PROPERTY OF KIBZ (17/02/12)

PROPERTY OF KIBZ (17/02/12)

Beware all ye who enter here
And approach each page will yet more fear
Turn each corner filled with dread
For here lie the contents of the parts of my head.

“It’s like normally I’m walking around and I’m just confused about how I’m feeling or what I’m thinking. But when I’m writing it’s like I’m rummaging about inside myself, and I can just keep on rummaging until I find something that’s not far off from what it is I really want to say.”

- Ours Are The Streets

Thursday, 24 October 2013

Stick

26/03/12, Fields,

As I write, Skunk is half lying on top of Lizbeth, pinning her to the ground. They discuss the weather while fighting over a stick Lizbeh had in her bag. Evee attempts to resolve the argument by snapping said stick in half. It does not work. I end it by tickling my slave into giving up the limb before throwing in Lizbeth’s direction. I am punished with an immediate wrestle to the ground but Skunk’s short attention span means I am released soon.

Later, when we leave I pick something up from the ground and hold it out to Skunk as a peace offering. She takes the stick. “It’s not straight.” she comments.
“Neither are you” I say.

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