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[teetheyes]

I'm sitting at the cyber café practically naked while John discovers the joys of espresso. I've got a few words for the City.

Fuck.

All.

Of.

You.

Now where's my god damned bike.

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[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

It's called a filter, John. Put it in the drain and then you take it out and dump what it gathers that clogs the pipes.

Oh I imagined as much.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Cori cleans it.

We might be blind to it so I ask you: Can you smell it?

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Is that while wearing pearls?

Maybe. You have to ask about that? I'm working hard to put it behind me.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

And an apron.

I'll take the lovely whiffs of sweet memories and long, hot summer nights off your hands.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

How darling. The mental picture is more Frank-N-Furter than June Cleaver.

I can smell things now and then thanks but see, your place is clean. Spotless. Markless.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Got the blonde hair but I wonder if the partial tan works.

You're asking for a sum on that load of bollocks, aren't you.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Farmer's tan? Ew.

I payed for it. I think I should get it back.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Blue-collar warlock. I only make it look good.

Poof. Check your post in the next few days.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you do, babe. I'm sure.

I think you're missing something though. Ps and Qs much?

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Pints and quarts?

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Try again.