Post by Yami on Aug 23, 2007 18:31:28 GMT -5
I've Got Sunshine in a Bag
The world was oh so fuzzy and warm and the thick smoke of the roiling blunt was choking into Bolivar Avaritia Smith like some wild beast he'd swallowed. It filled him up, the smoke, and the colors of the world blended together into a mass of reds, blues, and greens, something that should have seemed odd. Especially considering there wasn't a trace of any of those colors in the dank and grey hotel room.
But what did it matter to the demon theif with the one blue monocled eye and the messy black hair and the handsom face that only aged with the removal of his blue eye? What did it matter to him? He was drowning currently and he loved it. He loved everything about his slow death in the imagined ocean that in reality was the thick sweet smelling bluish smoke that filled every corner of his muddled, muddy mind, merging under his eyelids to manifest itself as the strange colors. It filled his lungs up like lively bubbles that burst and bussled upwards, fighting, flinging, and flying to help their words escaped first. What had his attention the most was the smoke filling his ears.
It echoed. It buzzed. It hummed. It was music, sweet and simple and as the melody filled his ears, the bubbles finally grew into a single file line. As a rhymatic cymbols began to start in, a clear crisp drum line and a perhaps a guitar and other instruments. And then the words at last, clear and slurred at the same time.
"I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on..."
A slow leisurely grin spread on the guys face as he stood up, swaying in time to the music that only he could hear. He took a long, warming drag off the blunt, spending what was left of it, and felt his world spin, the music getting louder and his heavy lidded eyes getting heavy. Flicking away the remains of the butt he swayed once more and began in a low raspy voice, smoke escaping from his mouth as he sang.
"I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on..."
The music continued to bounce, covered up once more by the banging cymbols. His voice got baritone as he continued, head bobbing up and down with the music and his shoulders shifting up and then down like a sea saw.
"Yeah... Ha Ha!
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now, time for me is nothing cos I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there
Now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs
And I'm under each snare
Intangible
Bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes
Who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional
Mystical? Maybe
Spiritual
Hearable
What appears in you is a clearer view cos you're too crazy
Lifeless
To know the definition for what life is
Priceless
For you because I put you on the hype shit
You like it?
Gunsmokin' righteous with one token
Psychic among those
Possess you with one go!"
The rhythem had gotten him and he was now dancing around, stripping from his jacket. Everything was burning up but the grinning joker cared not, the embodiment of greed ripping away the jacket he protected so feircely as his voice took on that raspy drawl.
"I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on..."
The button's of his shirt seemed to fly open like magic as he bobbed and weaved and slid and skid, bouncing along. Pale handsom and scarred chest blazed out to anyone who would look in, smooth and soft to the touch. 'Like silk,'he thought idly as his hand trailed over the smooth body and a gasp escaped him; someone's hand was so much cooler. The beat began up in his voice again, baritone and deep.
"The essence the basics
Without it you make it
Allow me to make this
Child, like in nature."
He tossed off his shirt and panted slightly as fingers that didn't seem to belong to him brushed over his nipples. They drifted away from the now pert nipples and instantly he was ripping at the too hot, too tight tuxedo pants, kicking off his shoes and still keeping his tantalizing sway.
"Rhythm
You have it or you don't that's a fallacy
I'm in them..."
A rough hand gripped itself around his cock and began to beat it at a rate similar to the drums. It was angry and hungry and almost painful, a strangled noise coming from the man who was higher than a kite at that moment.
"Every sprouting tree
Every child and beast
Every cloud you see
You see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise
Corruption in disguise..."
Another strangled cry interupted his song breifly as the hand gripped harder and everything blurred with tears. Hips slammed fowards, everything becoming increasingly delusional as a Barty felt a snake like tail twine around his body and the rough hand slow. 'Not too fast... Don't want you coming now,'whispered a sultry dominating voice that seemed to command authority,'Continue that little song that's coming out of your pretty little mouth.' The man could have sworn he felt a snake like tong on the shell of his ear.
"From this fuckin' enterprise
Now I'm sucking to your lies
Through Russ, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides
with me as a guide
But y'all can see me now cos you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the inner..."
Trembling shook the drug filled body and the smoke that clouded his mind seemed to grow thicker, casting his wonderful hallucination brigher and more vibrantly out for him. He could see the thin clawed hand stroking his dripping member and the snake tail that was curled around his ankles.
"So I'm gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor
With a few rhymes so mother fuckers
Remember where the thought is
I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless
Feelings, sensations that you thought were dead
No squealing, remember
(that it's all in your head)."
A scream suddenly echoed from him as his hips bucked forwards and white dots clouded in his vision, mixing with the blues, and reds and grens. He was comming soon. It didn't help that insufferable mouth was exploring his sweating neck, tasting the salt on him.
"I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
My future is coming on...
Its coming on!"
The words of the last verse echoed in his head as his sweating body thrust forwards at last and light popped into his vision as he came hard, gasping and panting and whispering out one name.
"Veassen!"
The world was oh so fuzzy and warm and the thick smoke of the roiling blunt was choking into Bolivar Avaritia Smith like some wild beast he'd swallowed. It filled him up, the smoke, and the colors of the world blended together into a mass of reds, blues, and greens, something that should have seemed odd. Especially considering there wasn't a trace of any of those colors in the dank and grey hotel room.
But what did it matter to the demon theif with the one blue monocled eye and the messy black hair and the handsom face that only aged with the removal of his blue eye? What did it matter to him? He was drowning currently and he loved it. He loved everything about his slow death in the imagined ocean that in reality was the thick sweet smelling bluish smoke that filled every corner of his muddled, muddy mind, merging under his eyelids to manifest itself as the strange colors. It filled his lungs up like lively bubbles that burst and bussled upwards, fighting, flinging, and flying to help their words escaped first. What had his attention the most was the smoke filling his ears.
It echoed. It buzzed. It hummed. It was music, sweet and simple and as the melody filled his ears, the bubbles finally grew into a single file line. As a rhymatic cymbols began to start in, a clear crisp drum line and a perhaps a guitar and other instruments. And then the words at last, clear and slurred at the same time.
"I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on..."
A slow leisurely grin spread on the guys face as he stood up, swaying in time to the music that only he could hear. He took a long, warming drag off the blunt, spending what was left of it, and felt his world spin, the music getting louder and his heavy lidded eyes getting heavy. Flicking away the remains of the butt he swayed once more and began in a low raspy voice, smoke escaping from his mouth as he sang.
"I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on..."
The music continued to bounce, covered up once more by the banging cymbols. His voice got baritone as he continued, head bobbing up and down with the music and his shoulders shifting up and then down like a sea saw.
"Yeah... Ha Ha!
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now, time for me is nothing cos I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there
Now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs
And I'm under each snare
Intangible
Bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes
Who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional
Mystical? Maybe
Spiritual
Hearable
What appears in you is a clearer view cos you're too crazy
Lifeless
To know the definition for what life is
Priceless
For you because I put you on the hype shit
You like it?
Gunsmokin' righteous with one token
Psychic among those
Possess you with one go!"
The rhythem had gotten him and he was now dancing around, stripping from his jacket. Everything was burning up but the grinning joker cared not, the embodiment of greed ripping away the jacket he protected so feircely as his voice took on that raspy drawl.
"I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on..."
The button's of his shirt seemed to fly open like magic as he bobbed and weaved and slid and skid, bouncing along. Pale handsom and scarred chest blazed out to anyone who would look in, smooth and soft to the touch. 'Like silk,'he thought idly as his hand trailed over the smooth body and a gasp escaped him; someone's hand was so much cooler. The beat began up in his voice again, baritone and deep.
"The essence the basics
Without it you make it
Allow me to make this
Child, like in nature."
He tossed off his shirt and panted slightly as fingers that didn't seem to belong to him brushed over his nipples. They drifted away from the now pert nipples and instantly he was ripping at the too hot, too tight tuxedo pants, kicking off his shoes and still keeping his tantalizing sway.
"Rhythm
You have it or you don't that's a fallacy
I'm in them..."
A rough hand gripped itself around his cock and began to beat it at a rate similar to the drums. It was angry and hungry and almost painful, a strangled noise coming from the man who was higher than a kite at that moment.
"Every sprouting tree
Every child and beast
Every cloud you see
You see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise
Corruption in disguise..."
Another strangled cry interupted his song breifly as the hand gripped harder and everything blurred with tears. Hips slammed fowards, everything becoming increasingly delusional as a Barty felt a snake like tail twine around his body and the rough hand slow. 'Not too fast... Don't want you coming now,'whispered a sultry dominating voice that seemed to command authority,'Continue that little song that's coming out of your pretty little mouth.' The man could have sworn he felt a snake like tong on the shell of his ear.
"From this fuckin' enterprise
Now I'm sucking to your lies
Through Russ, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides
with me as a guide
But y'all can see me now cos you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the inner..."
Trembling shook the drug filled body and the smoke that clouded his mind seemed to grow thicker, casting his wonderful hallucination brigher and more vibrantly out for him. He could see the thin clawed hand stroking his dripping member and the snake tail that was curled around his ankles.
"So I'm gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor
With a few rhymes so mother fuckers
Remember where the thought is
I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless
Feelings, sensations that you thought were dead
No squealing, remember
(that it's all in your head)."
A scream suddenly echoed from him as his hips bucked forwards and white dots clouded in his vision, mixing with the blues, and reds and grens. He was comming soon. It didn't help that insufferable mouth was exploring his sweating neck, tasting the salt on him.
"I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
My future is coming on...
Its coming on!"
The words of the last verse echoed in his head as his sweating body thrust forwards at last and light popped into his vision as he came hard, gasping and panting and whispering out one name.
"Veassen!"
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