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Posted on June 19, 2010 at 01:53:03 AM by a e r o n
 What in the world was that damn howling noise? Sounds like a banshee mating with a fucking dog. Dogs, ewuch. They are so disgusting, with their gross fur that is basically real estate for ticks and fleas and bugs. Bugs are even more disgusting, what with their six spine-y legs, revolting eyes, and their wings. So not like fairy wings. The only cute bug is a dead bug. Yep, well, except for lady bugs, they’re kind of cute. I would not mind at all having a lady bug farm. Wouldn’t that be just spiffy? Lady bugs every where bringing everyone all kinds of good luck. I reached behind me, pulling a flash of whiskey out of my bag, I was thirsty mate. This whole famine and all these curses can really take it out of a girl. I pursed my lips to pause the liquid from sliding down my throat. What in the world was that howling? It was creating vibrancies in my flask and this thing was expensive, and I will not do with my alcohol going and spilling everywhere. I took a long swig, and stumbled off into the direction of the annoying noise. What I lurched upon was a child. Where do children come from again? Well, wherever that is, it’s a disgusting place and they should crawl back into that place. Get them out of my hair, “Hey, hey kid. Shut the hell up.” I paused, ooh, that could have been a tad mean. “I mean—uh, I’m sorry. You are not a mutt, you know that? You should make faerie noises. Like sleeping noises. Like snoring.” I giggled, pinched my nose, and made false snoring noises. Sleeping kids are so much better than awake kids, and dead kids are even better than sleeping kids. Well, maybe not. Corpses tend to smell really bad, just like vomit. Ew, vomit. Turning my head to the side, I really looked at the kid. Certainly young, maybe thirteen or ten or something. The maternal side of me was really getting to me, I suppose. I ran my hands through my hair and stared at him and the dog. “Hey kid, you like turtles?” I like turtles. They make me laugh and giggle and they are so damn cute. They’re supposed to be wise too. “Let’s go find some turtles.” I looked out into the water and tried to think of the noise a turtle makes, “Kid, you know what noise a turtle makes? I sure don’t”. I laughed again, “oh and you probably shouldn’t throw pebbles, you might hit a fish on the head. Fishies don’t like to be hit on the head, you know. Actually, I can’t think of anything that likes being hit on the head.” I nodded as I talked, every single word making sense in my head. I was feeling adventurous, and as I switched my flask of whiskey for a handle of rum out of my bag, I decided we should be pirates. Rum makes you a pirate, right? I gulped down the firey liquid, looked at the kid, and smiled, “All right, kid, Wait. Kid. Kid definitely is not your name. What’s your name? I’m Aeron. Let’s go on an adventure, we can pretend we’re pirates!” Okay, so maybe I’m not so grown up. This yummy alcohol gives me Peter Pan syndrome. I swear it’s not my fault! I stumbled as I finally noticed the husky. ”Oh how pretty, what a pretty dog! What’s his name?” I think I was really drunk. Like, really extra drunk. Numbly, unaware of the action, I poured more rum down my throat, the burning sensation a distant memory as it coursed through my veins, the world was starting to blur now, and I stared at the kid, giggling the whole time, barely able to stand. I’m such a good fucking role-model. |