Priss's Requiem (Every ones favorite pax es asinus :)
churned out by crudmeister fiber at entropy@break.com.au
It was standing room only at Hot Legs. Leon, fanatical fan that
he was, arrived early enough to be right at the front, just a meter
or two from the stage. 'This is going to be the ultimate' he thought,
inhaling the smoke and sweat that permeated the clubs atmosphere.
Priss's last gig at Hot Legs, her penultimate performance as an
amateur. Leon figured Nene and Linna would probably be in here somewhere,
more likely backstage, being close friends.
With a sour grimace Priss walked out onto the stage, axe swinging
at her hip, to stand in front of the mic.
Leons chest constricted at the sudden surge of the masses behind him
against the unyielding wall of bouncers in front of him.
The bass and drums started up, instinctive as a tribal ritual
the crowd started moshing.
Priss joined her voice to her axe
I can't reject this empty hole
I cannot count the bloody cost
I can't believe this wretched soul
Come penetrate all this loss
Come on and kill this sense of life
And be the one who is denied
Now show me one more upturned knife
And fill the emptiness inside
If I could leave my burning skin
That has been used up in your sin
Is there a tiny part of me untouched -- Unsoiled by misery
I am the city that will lie
You are the one that blame passed by
This is the place where I will keep
The loneliness of sweet conceit
Be mine sister salvation
Juke-joint jezebel is coming for my cremation
Be mine sister salvation
Closer now -- see the revelation
Be mine sister salvation
Closer now -- see the revelation
the revelation
the revelation
see it, the revelation.
Priss took a pull from her water bottle and scanned the crowd.
She gave a snort as she spotted Leon. She signalled to the band
and began the intro to the last song. Her hand a blur as she
pumped the axe fueling it with raw adrenaline
When you peel back my eyes
I see the pain and feel alive
My hatred heaps upon this fire
That burns inside and you blow higher
She looked over toward Leon, bloody fingers taking it up a level
But I don't need you anymore
You cannot hurt me anymore
*give it to me! give it to me!*
Keep it away from the fire unless you want it to burn
It burns -- Wildfire
*give it to me! give it to me!*
Set on fire
*don't take it from me*
You caught on fire
*give it*
Keep it away from the fire unless you want it to burn
*fire*
It burns -- Wildfire
*fire*
I don't need you anymore
*give it to me*
You cannot hurt me anymore
*fire, don't take it from me, fire*
Priss was down on her knees, her fingers a bloody pulpy mass
carrying the song at speed,
And when you take me into your mind
Into this dirty sodden shrine
I DO NOT NEED YOU ANYMORE
*give it to me*
YOU CANNOT HURT ME ANYMORE
*don't take it from em*
I DO NOT NEED YOU ANYMORE
*fire*
I DO NOT NEED YOU ANYMORE
*fire*
YOU CANNOT HURT ME ANYMORE
Priss slumped over as the cocaine induced aneurysm stole the
only thing Genom has thus far failed to break, her mind.
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Notes:
Pax es asinus - Latin for 'Piece of ass'
Juke Joint Jezebel + Ultra by durante\esch\konietzko\shultz\sheparhd\watts
from nihil, KMFDM.
Feh! the ftp is STILL bloody going. aaargh, 200kb in 30mins.
all those bloody iphoners stealing our fucken bandwidth.
df: whats for tea dear?
Amber: Rack of kobold ribs with, fried elf digits and potatoes.
df facefaults
Amber: oh wow! I've never seen a human turn green before,
what other color can you do??
-df
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