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             ||           I’M A STREET-WALKING CHEETAH              ||           WITH A HEART FULL OF NAPALM              ||           I’M A RUNAWAY SON OF THE NUCLEAR A-BOMB

                               ³,  ² , ¹             BABY, DETONATE ME!

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inruins.

        tunny huffs something approaching a laugh, johnny’s stories of victory echoing in his head — stories tunny’s certain are lies, stitched together with the shaking hand of one trying, desperately, to get clean. once, he’d have been rapt, a willing disciple, but look where the jesus of suburbia got him, look at what’s become of those bittersweet promises. tunny can’t blame her for getting drawn in, caught in johnny’s magnetic field (tunny’s a hypocrite, it sits in his bones, but he’s not on this; he believed those serpent lies too, he got swept up too, landing so hard in reality that it’s ruined him), but that’s done, now.

        johnny’s his best friend; tunny loves him. but he’s a lying son of a bitch, too. tunny doesn’t believe half the glory he claims to be shrouded in.

        ❝ yeah. ❞ if only he’d known it a long time ago — but it’s too late. it’s too fucking late for 20/20 hindsight (and now it sucks to be you, too).  ❝ wish i hadn’t had to figure it out for myself. everything was meant to be different. ❞

                 whatsername scoffed, brows stitching together as she drew her eyes back to her glass. nothin’ was meant to be any way; things were the way they were -- the cards fell where they did. so much for all that fuckin’ wishful thinking, it couldn’t change anything. it didn’t change anything, only blinded her to seeing through what was right there in front of her. 

                 she allowed herself to believe him. it had all happened so fast; johnny was a hurricane, sweeping her up into his grand delusions to leave nothing but wreckage in his wake. she hated him for what he did to her. she hated him for not making her the starring role in his fantasy, always coming in second to his wretched alter-ego. but she was a hypocrite, and she knew it -- never more aware than when the cloth lining in her jacket rubbed up against the track marks in her arms. tunny refused to be used by his friend, only to allow himself to be used by the machine. 

                 this is where their choices had brought them.                   johnny might be a fuck up, but he wasn’t all to blame.

                 they were both just as lost as they’d been before their worlds collided, maybe now even more so. 

                  ‘          the world don’t give a shit about your intentions, kid.                                                                                             & neither do i.

                   her words bit like the old wounds he’d torn open. wherever the conversation would head next, she didn’t want it to have anything to do with her. so, she took it upon herself. 

                  ‘          you think you’re gonna go home?

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dear tunny, my heart is like a bomb! could this just be lust, or is it the dawning? she calls me jimmy, it’s better than whatshisface. she thinks i’m full of shit, but she thinks i’m cute. and we do agree on one thing: good guys DON’T wear red, white, and blue.

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inruins.

        ❝ the jesus of suburbia is a lie. ❞one he can’t believe he bought into for so long, one that has crumbled down around him, rubble left in the ashes of what had been his hopes and dreams for the city, one that’s left an ache in his chest and a reluctance to return home, to the domain of jingletown’s messiah. (the fact that he’s tunny’s best friend? that tunny misses him more than he can ever find the words for? irrelevant. tunny’s lost a lot of friends, these days.)  ❝ you’re better off not buyin’ into that crap. ❞

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             his wise words were met with silence, thoughts consumed by the sudden memory of one she once knew. as slate-lined eyes bored holes into the bartop, her fingers curled tight ‘round the glass in her hand, trying to force the shitty feeling back from where it came. it wasn’t often she thought of him, but when she did -- the memories came like a punch. if tunny thought the jesus of suburbia was bad, she figured he hadn’t heard about the next step in johnny’s evolution. good thing, too. 

                      jimmy wasn’t his his friend. jimmy wasn’t anybody. 

              where his life had brought him since, she did not know. while she figured he’d gone back home, the chances he’d been found dead in an alley with a needle in his arm were just as likely. she wondered, briefly, whether they’d spoken at all, though she didn’t bother to ask. hell, whatsername wasn’t sure whether or not she really wanted to know. 

               ‘               should’a told me that a long time ago. 

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          @sanguineas ,

         '     they’re lookin’ for me ’cause i look like a felon.             also ‘cause i am a felon, but yanno -- c'est la vie.

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     starters, anyone?

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SILICON VALLEY SENTENCE STARTERS:

below you will find 70 starters from season one of HBO’s SILICON VALLEY. enjoy!

“there’s 40 billion dollars of net worth walking around this party, and you guys are standing around drinking shrimp and talking about what cum tastes like.” “we’re making the world a better place.” “what a dick.” “they’re all a bunch of assholes, especially radiohead.” “you just disappeared up your own asshole.” “work at burger king. go into the forest and forage for nuts and berries. do NOT go back to college.” “fuckin’ billionares.” “you clearly have a great understanding of humanity.” “i’m not humiliating you; i’m elevating you.” “we could be the vikings of our day.” “who ate my fucking quinoa again!?” “there’s always been a hole in my heart, not a literal hole like you’d find in some babies with congenital diseases, but a metaphorical hole.” “sorry if i scared you. i know i have somewhat ghostlike features.” “is this a fucking domestic!?” “wanna smoke weed?” “i didn’t even shake a woman’s hand until i was 17 years old.” “i was not erect. i was just being polite.” “that’s an expensive boner.” “did you just take a sip from an empty cup?” “you’re being a complete tool right now. i need you to be a complete asshole. understand the difference?” “listen, wherever we end up here, i just want to say i should get more equity than ____.” “s/he’s as pointless as mass effect 3′s multiple endings.” “fuck it, dude. i’m done here.” “fine. you want me to be an asshole? i’ll be a fucking asshole.” “if you’ll excuse me, i’ve gotta go lock down a mother fucking business plan.” “praise the dark lord, that’s great news.” “your borders are merely a construct; i prefer to consider myself a citizen of the world.” “nobody jerks off to magazines anymore.” “that sounded sub-optimal.” “he ate the whole bag of gold caps. awesome.” “this is the type of evening that requires free balling.” “anyone that’s over a seven is with us and anyone under a three is a guest.” “i always knew i was missing something, and then when someone explained to me the concept of game, i remember – very distinctly – thinking that’s what i don’t have. game.” “is sleeping beauty awake yet?” “are you dressed like steve jobs?” “he’s the least cool guy i’ve ever met.” “is there a reason i wasn’t invited to the party? is there some sense that i’m not part of the ‘gang’?” “what was it like there? were there gelatin shots?” “i’m wearing sandals, so i am iconoclasting a little bit.” “love and hate – it’s all passion.” “you guys wanna walk to arby’s? maybe grab a bite, play a little hacky sack?” “i thought i had something in my teeth, but when i looked in the mirror, like this, my pants hit the countertop. it must’ve had some water on there, so i got a spot on my pants. it kinda looked like i pissed myself, like a big baby. so, what i did was i just took off all my pants and i put them in the water just to make it all completely wet. that way, i figured, nobody would really notice. it wouldn’t be as bad.” “let’s get your pants on.” “i know this isn’t the best thing to say to someone having a panic attack, but we need to hurry.” “i need you to do all the talking, because i feel like if i do, i’m going to puke all over ____.” “hey, buddy, do you have any drugs?” “there may be a drive-by about to happen.” “he’s talking about cubicles!” “he is trying to turn us into corporate rock, ____. we are punk rock.” “don’t touch anything; failure is contagious.” “____ will suck the dick right off of your pelvis.” “my lawyers told me i’m not allowed to discuss it.” “denzel washington has a beautiful smile.” “i didn’t know if you wanted original oreos or double stuffed, so i went a little nutty and got both.” “who takes adderall anymore?” “you just brought piss to a shit fight.” “don’t call me adorable! it’s very emasculating.” “i did have sexual intercourse with his wife.” “i’m getting a boat and a boat guy to take care of it. you have to have a boat guy.” “look at these poor fuckers. they don’t even know what’s about to hit them: the hammer of god.” “you know how i fucked ____’s old wife? i fucked his new wife too.” “i asked her point blank if she was crazy, and she swore to me no. she’s not crazy.” “since the dawn of time, mankind hath sought to make things smaller.” “what if there was an app that could tell you with a statistical degree of certainty whether you were going to heaven or hell?” “public executions are very popular.” “we’re going to win, even if i have to go into the auditorium and personally jerk off every guy in the audience.” “alright, you dildos – let’s go!” “i set ‘em up for ya, now knock ‘em down.” “how fast do you think you could jack off every guy in this room?” “people may take credit for your idea and try to sue you! how awesome is that!?”

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*avoids sadness and pain with self-destructive behavior* :~)

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irishmxn.

Finn steps back towards the front counter where he should have been standing, waiting patiently instead of stepping past it to find whoever worked at the small store. The woman in front of him looks pissed or at least very unpleased that he was in the store. He shouldn’t have started things by saying he wasn’t a customer. He’s half tempted to apologize for intruding on whatever she was doing and turn and leave. He hadn’t come across the ocean to be a coward and play down in the subway forever. He came here to make a name for himself, to be discovered. “Didn’t come all this way from Ireland for nothin’.” His feeling of confidence is fleeting as he stares back at the woman in front of him. Her tone is unnerving and he finally looks away to gaze at the guitar case resting at his feet. A sigh passes through his lips as he tries to find the courage to bend down and open up his guitar case to play for her. “One moment of your time. Three minutes to be exact and then you can tell me to get the fuck out.” He reasons with her as he crouches down to open the guitar case. Finn stands, worn guitar resting in his hands. His throat clears as he strums his fingers across the strings.

“I can’t wait forever is all that you said before you stood up, and you won’t disappoint me I can do that myself but I’m glad that you’ve come. Now if you don’t mind leave, leave and free yourself at the same time.” All feelings of nerves and cowardice flees from his body as he sings and plays. This was why he came here, why he traveled miles and left everything he knew behind. Finn continues to sing Leave and once finishes looks up to the woman. “So? What d’ya think?

                her boots shuffled against the flooring as she made her way back toward the register, hands burried in her jacket's pockets. once again at her post, whatsername assumed her usual position leaned up against the counter. though her stance lacked any care, she continued to eye the dude and his strings. there was no missin’ that nervous energy, summed up in his insecure stance and the way he fumbled with his words. it was enough to make her consider telling him to fuck off right then and there, come back another day when he looked like he had a clue. walking in and saying something at all was ballsy, no doubt, but there was no faking confidence. if he didn’t believe in what he was doing, how did he expect her to? how did he expect a crowd to?

                  but -- again, she didn’t say anything. rarely could she manage the meager amount of self control it took to keep her yap shut, but whatsername wasn’t about to kick a fellow musician. she knew just how personal performing was. if he wanted her to listen, she would. her expectations weren’t high, but hey -- she’d give him a fair shake. 

                  so, he played, and she did just that. chords hummed through the musty air, prompting her to shut her lids and just take it in. he had talent, and she could respect that. no bullshit, no frills -- just a dude and his guitar, singin’ some seriously honest lyrics. when she opened her eyes again, the look she gave him this time lacked irritation. though she dug what he’d just done, the best a stranger could hope for was an expression without any real emotion at all, and that’s just what he got. 

                  ‘       well, i don’t think your swim across the pond was for nothin’, if that means anything to ya. it was good, man. it’s not really the type of shit we play-- 

                  she tilted her head back to gesture to the connected venue. 

                  ‘       but it was good. 

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I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.

Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf  (via wordsnquotes)

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paxjinn.

he simply waits for her to finish, unimpressed. when she does, he raises expectant brows. 

     ❝ are you through? ❞

             countering with a cocked brow of her own, whatsername made        no effort to tone-down her shit eating grin. 

              ‘        are you? 

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irishmxn.

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His guitar case hits the ground of the store with a thud as he comes to  stand at the counter of the record store. He’d been passing through when he saw the shop, the fliers out front had caught his eye. They advertised various artists who’d be preforming soon and he wanted in. This could be his chance. Finn was armed with his guitar and a few cds he’d burned that morning, ready to fight for his chance to preform before a crowd.  “Hello?” He called out into the empty store, green eyes searching about for any sign of life. He moved past the counter, knuckles tapping lightly on the  wooden frame of the doorway. “I’m not a customer but… I’m a musician. I gotta few cds with me. I uh- saw the flyers out front.” He stumbled with his  words, confidence leaving him rather quickly as he spoke to no one. 

                mondays were her slow days; technically, tuesdays were also her slow days, and wednesdays, thursdays... really, every day was a slow day. what with the changin’ times, whatsername was surprised the place was still open. not like she was complaining or anything -- that mean little mug didn’t exactly scream “ steady employment “, especially not in this customer-oriented line of work. which is why she didn’t quite mind the lack of bodies, minimal human interaction and it gave her something to do, someplace to be.

                 so, there she was, like she’d been so many days before. this time, the girl was elbow deep in some old box filled with dusty cases that’d never made it to the floor. she hadn’t even gotten mid-way through when she heard him, and for a split-second, she considered just ignoring him altogether. a tempting offer, considering the gold-mine she’d landed upon, but something got the better of her. something she’d probably end up regretting, yeah, but that didn’t stop her from hauling to her feet and shuffling out of the storeroom. 

                   ‘     did ya, now? 

                   her expression came down with a pretty gnarly case of irritation, as she saw the dude standing in the doorway, encroaching on her territory. brushing a hand through her hair, she gave him the once-over. 

                   ‘     so, you can read. good for you, but can you play?