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Isabel is turning out to be quite the little hunter
in the past few hours
she has paid me a tribute
consisting of a mouse and a small bird

[I know, I know it gets old with]
[the king being worshiped by pussy]
[but deal, I am bragging here for christ sake]

-

So the other day
I had a glass break
with my hand inside it
[don't ask]
this resulted in a number of nasty lacerations
and wasted about half a roll of paper towels
[which were drenched in blood]

not to mention leaving a trail
of blood splatter
worthy of a low budget horror flick
as I dashed for something to stop the bleeding
or at least contain it

more than one of the wounds
had penetrated the layers of skin
and cut into the tissue underneath

and it looks like I will get at least one nifty new scar
to go with my fairly extensive collection

but anyway
after stopping the bleeding
marveling at how well the four or five ounces of blood I lost
had managed to get everywhere
I set about cleaning up the mess

but apparently I missed a spot
as the other day
I noticed a drop of dried blood on my keyboard
so
of course
I had to take pictures of it

and I have been wrangling
over the right words to title the image

my idea is something glib
about the cost/effect of technology
but my ideas so far
either suck
or are too long and unwieldy
[and thereby suck]

so I thought I would open the floor to yall
see what ideas you could come up with



Date: 2004-07-22 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lima-pcp.livejournal.com
In the echoed, far-off dream voice of that ghost girl from the original Nightmare on Elm Street...

"...EHHHHF six, pick up sticks, EHHHF seven, all good children go to heaven...

Date: 2004-07-22 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plural.livejournal.com
*grin*

sweeeeeeeeet

Date: 2004-07-23 12:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] girl-bot.livejournal.com
blood makes me cringe. but i do like the photo. you take good pics :)

Date: 2004-07-23 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plural.livejournal.com
bloods never really bothered me
then again
its not surprising
considering I have already bled more in my life
than most women will in theirs

oh and

thanks dahlin

Date: 2004-07-23 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rdg.livejournal.com
(insert cybersex joke here)

Date: 2004-07-23 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plural.livejournal.com
lol

didnt think of that

gonna have to see what I can come up with

Date: 2004-07-23 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rdg.livejournal.com
extra points for allusions to losing one's cyberflower

Date: 2004-07-23 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coolstring.livejournal.com
you know the sad part? You could probably sell that to your local museum of modern art and have emo kids analyze it to death until they finally read the caption and found out that you weren't in fact saying something about how computers take the humanity out of life but rather how you simply had an accident with some glass.

Date: 2004-07-23 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azul.livejournal.com
"deus ex machina"

ding

Date: 2004-07-23 10:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plural.livejournal.com
we have a winner

gold star for you

*grin*

Re: ding

Date: 2004-07-23 11:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azul.livejournal.com
rock! i feel all sorts of special!

and

Date: 2004-07-23 11:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plural.livejournal.com
without even having been sexxored

damn I am good

*mischievous grin*

Re: and

Date: 2004-07-23 11:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azul.livejournal.com
ha...not that special.
i'm teasing...
oh, and i never did say, but awesome picture.
and now, it has an equally impressive title ;)
can't you just smell the confidence?

*grin*

Date: 2004-07-23 11:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plural.livejournal.com
indeed it does

I knew it needed not just a good title
but the right title

and

personally
I cant imagine a sexier scent

Date: 2004-07-23 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thesheryl.livejournal.com
I have a vision of your computer becoming possessed by evil: every time you hit the F9 key, weird satanic poetry appears on your monitor and begins to strobe. Your computer wants more blood and you begin the long descent into madness. Until, one day, your friends come to your place of residence to find you screaming unintelligibly and hacking at yourself with a serrated kitchen knife, spraying your computer with blood.

Date: 2004-07-23 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whatdot.livejournal.com
Yeah, I hate it when that happens...
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