"she said she wanted a sea burrial"
She turned her back on the church and put all her faith in me At the back of the chapel where I taught her to screw and to blaspheme. We turned our backs to the church, with our trousers around our knees While screaming the scriptures she said I was her favourite heresy. In a note I read: "If you should go blind and deaf I'll cleanse and I'll bathe you and I'll cook for you daily. I will take a dry ballpoint pen and trace on your chest All of the same conversations that we have now in bed." I don't mean to be selfish; but I think I'd sooner just be dead. Behind the tennis court alongside the river, not a single live flower to see. This is the one girl who woke up from all that, and now falls asleep next to me, But I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her god breathe on her shoulder. It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours. She said she wanted a sea burial, not grass and hypodermics to her hips. I pruned the ivy from your grandmother's tomb More tender and careful than the superstitious ripped you from your mothers womb. In a note I wrote: "I think too much about the end, but being around it made me feel like I'm coping. Now when I view the cemetery I don't see headstones, I see rows of engraved milk teeth, hungry, waiting for me." And though I am fearful, I think I just crave the relief. Behind the tennis court, alongside the river, paper flower's still a beautiful thing. This is the one girl who woke up from all that, and now falls asleep next to me, But I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her god breathe on her shoulder. It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours.
the rocks by lolita's tree are very warm today. very, very warm. she doesn't want to move, feels content to just bask in the sunlight and soak up the warmth while it's there.
she's taken up the habit of wearing what the mortals call "bikinis", mostly due to the protests of mothers of how lolita is typically prone to nudity. god bless those mortals and their fashion choices, they sometimes are actually quite nice. she saw a woman wearing a lovely dress the other day. she would have loved to have it.
there are some children running amuck, but they mostly leave her alone. she is a nymph after all, she's very threatening. her skin is tinged slightly green, even, but not too much so it clashes horribly with her hair. she remembers back in the old days, when it was fashionable for all the nymphs to wear their skin fully green. sure, it was the trend, but green skin and red hair? how about not. not like lolita really does care much for fashion, but, still. she understands the basic principles, and one of those is "don't wear red and green unless it's christmas".
she's taken up the habit of wearing what the mortals call "bikinis", mostly due to the protests of mothers of how lolita is typically prone to nudity. god bless those mortals and their fashion choices, they sometimes are actually quite nice. she saw a woman wearing a lovely dress the other day. she would have loved to have it.
there are some children running amuck, but they mostly leave her alone. she is a nymph after all, she's very threatening. her skin is tinged slightly green, even, but not too much so it clashes horribly with her hair. she remembers back in the old days, when it was fashionable for all the nymphs to wear their skin fully green. sure, it was the trend, but green skin and red hair? how about not. not like lolita really does care much for fashion, but, still. she understands the basic principles, and one of those is "don't wear red and green unless it's christmas".