FauxReal said:

[I think Katy is about to get really indecisive]

Kate wondered what http://prince.org/msg/100/366007 meant, written on her forehead as she peered into the mirror.

BlackAdder7 said:

Kate wondered what http://prince.org/msg/100/366007 meant, written on her forehead as she peered into the mirror.

I was wondering about the originality of this thread after I saw that other one.

ARock said:

Gertrude was awaken by Born This Way by Lady Gaga; it was his ringtone for his boyfriend. [Edited 8/28/11 12:37pm]

The disco-infused pop anthem, all treble and sibilants when squeezed out of the sole tinny-sounding speaker on the cheap Chinese cellphone she'd bought from eBay, instantly stunned her into action, and as the 4 minute song faded out she was already making a move to get out of bed, or at least would have been had she not, in actuality, remained where she already was.

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And then she fell off of a cliff and broke her neck.

smoothcriminal12 said:

And then she fell off of a cliff and broke her neck.

Figuratively breaking her neck to make the bold decision to let herself fall off the cliff-like precipice of the edge of her bed had taken so much out of her mentally that she took a moment to lie there on the floor and just take in the appearance of her bedroom from this unusual vantage point, noting that there was dust gathering in the corners high up on the walls and also that a few hairlines cracks had appeared around the domed light fixture on the ceiling, both things she would urgently need to address, she decided, on some unspecified day in the future.

And then the Rapture happened. And she was left behind.

leaving behind her drug addled private eye neice who had that skin condition

smoothcriminal12 said:

And then the Rapture happened. And she was left behind.

She could hear the 80s hip-pop classic playing out in the street, a tune so forcefully sentimental in its effect on people of a certain demographic that it transcended being a mere song and was more akin to a happening, causing spontaneous dancing and clunky, sub-par rap-alongs by the gathering crowd. She fixed to turn around to start moving towards the door but no sooner had she made the decision she realised the joyous sounds had faded off down the road with the crowd and all was silent again.

Katy rolled over on hear left side, and there in her bed, to her shock and dismay was a fresh corpse. She suppressed a scream in order to not wake the rest of her family in the house. "I absolutely must get out of this bed, lest I be stuck in it with a stinking, rotting corpse she said to herself. It was just at that moment when she realized that regardless of her decision as to whether she would finally step out of bed or not, she would not be able to smell nor be burdened by the stench of the corpse anyways, thanks to a recent botched sinus surgery she had undergone. She could bide some time.

imago said:

Katy rolled over on hear left side, and there in her bed, to her shock and dismay was a fresh corpse. She suppressed a scream in order to not wake the rest of her family in the house. "I absolutely must get out of this bed, lest I be stuck in it with a stinking, rotting corpse she said to herself. It was just at that moment when she realized that regardless of her decision as to whether she would finally step out of bed or not, she would not be able to smell nor be burdened by the stench of the corpse anyways, thanks to a recent botched sinus surgery she had undergone. She could bide some time.

Having decisively set herself the future goal of time-biding, in the meantime she waited. She felt united with the rotting corpse, which, she mused with a vacuous whimsy that betrayed her chronic lack of even basic intelligence, had apparently made the same resolution as herself, and this filled her with a strong sense of comradery, one strong enough to be sufficiently palpable for her to describe it as such, but not apparently strong enough to cause her to do anything whatsoever in response to it.

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She felt this ticklish feeling, you know where. She felt a strong urge. She longed for the man to come to life and cherish her. To massage her feet and her legs. She would be so ready for him, that she would lift her hips, in order to get him there were she wanted him. He would just proceed with massaging the back of her legs with long, strong strikes. She knew he felt her clear juices dripping along the top of her legs. He pretended not to care about that. He continued massaging her back. He had only softly touched her buttocks. She immediately reacted to that and lifted, however, he acted coldhearted and kept massaging. In her mind she was begging for him to feel her wet inside for himself.

Fauxie said:

imago said:

Katy rolled over on hear left side, and there in her bed, to her shock and dismay was a fresh corpse. She suppressed a scream in order to not wake the rest of her family in the house. "I absolutely must get out of this bed, lest I be stuck in it with a stinking, rotting corpse she said to herself. It was just at that moment when she realized that regardless of her decision as to whether she would finally step out of bed or not, she would not be able to smell nor be burdened by the stench of the corpse anyways, thanks to a recent botched sinus surgery she had undergone. She could bide some time.

Having decisively set herself the future goal of time-biding, in the meantime she waited. She felt united with the rotting corpse, which, she mused with a vacuous whimsy that betrayed her chronic lack of even basic intelligence, had apparently made the same resolution as herself, and this filled her with a strong sense of comradery, one strong enough to be sufficiently palpable for her to describe it as such, but not apparently strong enough to cause her to do anything whatsoever in response to it.

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