Jalen Strix (jalenstrix) wrote,
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Things of sleeplessness

I am full of sleeplessness and little gummy penguins. And runny noises and runny thoughts. And splendid conversations with Raven and Paris and Danielle.

And there is a sleepy Foxe in the other room. And it has been a year since we met. And I want to go to sleep, but I want not to go to sleep.

And I am full of ramble. Which is blatantly obvious. This is the first time in two weeks that I've been up significantly past midnight. It's a strange time, and cozy with Raven in the room next to me typing away on her IM conversations. It is a time of unreality and magic, which is the way of things after 3am, I think.


And apparently, also the time for making up lyrics to the Sadomasochist on the Roof.

Regytesque: Tradition.... tradition! Who must know the way to make a proper home, a leathery home, candlelit home, who must train the subs and run the home, so Papa's free to read the porno books? The Mama, the Mama! tradition!

XcJalen: L'Chayim! L'Chayim, L'Chayim, to sex! Sex has a way of bemusing us, scarring, and bruising us! L'Chayim, L'Chayim, to sex!


Regytesque: Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset... swiftly flow the years.. one head space following another, laden with happiness and tears... sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset... swiftly flow the days, kindergoths turn overnight to bondage babes, blossoming even as we gaze...

XcJalen: If I were a switch man, Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. All night long, I'd spank my partner's bum, if I were a switchy man! Though I wouldn't alway be the dom, Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. If I were a biddy biddy switch, yidle-ditchy-bitchy-switchy man.

Regytesque: ::sings more:: Do I love him? For twenty-five years I've bruised for him, bit for him, bled with him. Twenty-five years my bed is his. If that's not love what is?

XcJalen: ::sings a last bit before sleep::
May your Master sex and rend you.
May he always give exquisite pain.
May you come to be
In the night, screaming his name.
Tags: creative, foxe, happy things, regyt, singing
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