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Give the Muse Enough Rope

  • Feb. 9th, 2005 at 12:30 AM
Bill Hicks
"What are you doing?" I asked, peering over the sofa back.

"Making something," the Muse replied.

"What?"

"A noose," she said, and held it up for me to see, thick and pale like a rope of intestine. "You're thinking it looks like an intestine, aren't you?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Freak."

"So what's that for, Muse? You planning on pitching yourself over the balcony or something?"

She shook her head. "Nah. It's for you. I figure that if you don't get your head out of your ass and cheer the fuck up, you're going to be needing this."

"That's awfully helpful, thank you very much."

She shrugged. "Whatever. I don't get paid the big bucks to be helpful. I'm just here to be really hot and have a sweet ass."

"Ah," I said. "So you've been reading my journal. I did point out that you're brilliant as well, you know."

"True," she said. "But I know that it's really all about the ass. Isn't it?"

"It is like a peach, you know."

She tossed the noose at me, overhand. Fortunately, her aim hadn't improved over the past few days, and it sailed over my head and smacked against the wall. "Very mature, Muse."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Just hurry up and quit being such a prick, would you? You're down all the time, always, no spark to you at all, not a ray of sunshine to be seen in your gray, miserable world, and you know what? It's really getting old."

"Yes, well, when your life is like being caught in a taffy puller, you get back to me and I'll be the first one to give you a pistol."

"Nah," she said. "Not romantic enough. I'm going either with drinking drain cleaner or pitching myself off the Golden Gate Bridge. In a pinch, I might just stab myself in the femoral artery. Only takes a few seconds to bleed out that way."

I stared at her. "You scare me sometimes, Muse."

"I scare you all the time. It's because you love me."

Comments

giggleloop wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:16 am (UTC)
it is rather peach-like, i'd have to agree. :P

thanks, peaches. :) can i call you peaches? nah. not fitting. never mind. erase, erase, erase.

might have to borrow that noose though. she can have it back when i'm done.

did you know that my name means "noose"? Yep. Rebecca = noose. how's that for scary/psychic?

*sigh*

-b
king_cool_paul wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:32 am (UTC)
Really? That's pretty weird. And no, you can't have the noose. Too bad. Have a cookie and a hot bath.

And you, my dear, and only you, may call me "Peaches."

I can't believe I'm giving you that power.

Whew.
giggleloop wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:49 am (UTC)
what is it with you, and the "cookie and a hot bath" treatment?

i might have to try it, and see what all the fuss is about.

hey, i think if you can give me a nickname, I should be able to give you one. :P of course, Peaches wouldn't have been my first choice; that was kinda random. but Peaches it shall be.

i wield the power of the NICKNAME!!! FEAR MY NICKNAMING WRATH!!!!!!!

or something.

ugh. must sleep now. too much excitement, my meds are wearing off.

*hugs* g'nite.

-b
king_cool_paul wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:51 am (UTC)
Go to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

And the cookies and a bath thing is shorthand for a big bowl of pot and some serious alcohol consumption.
giggleloop wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:52 am (UTC)
ah, finally. the code has been cracked. i feel enlightened.

and The Man doth approach. *hugs* g'nite all. and g'nite Paul. :)

-b
king_cool_paul wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:57 am (UTC)
There.

Finally.

A smile.

'Bout time.

;)
giggleloop wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 02:55 pm (UTC)
hey, i can't hold out forever, not matter how depressed i am.

:)

-B
giggleloop wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:18 am (UTC)
oh, and also, congrats for feeling alive.

you're one up on me, then.

-b

ps-feel free to delete my depression fest, don't want to bring down your readers or anything.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:35 am (UTC)
I'm taking you as you are, chickie. I rather like you. So don't you worry.

And trust me, sweets, I have plenty of depression beating on my door. I just swim with the tide, though, and keep from going too insane.

Okay, I am a *little* insane.

Deal.
giggleloop wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:50 am (UTC)
well, sure, you're taking me as i are, but i'm sure no one else will want to, so i'm just sayin'.

and for anyone else out there, sorry to be a downer. but i'm just being myself.

and boy does that ever sound depressing. but there that is.

-b
king_cool_paul wrote:
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:54 am (UTC)
Don't worry about us. We like you, for yourself.

So don't cheer up, but don't worry about that angle, at least.

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