#10: Ad Nauseum

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Mar 021998
 

Title: Ad Nauseum
Fandom: N/A
Characters: N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings: Totally fake contrition, fag wants to drown a girl in the toilet.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica #10 :: March 3, 1998. The Thespian President's girlfriend pissed me off. A lot. Mostly because I was horrifically envious, and she was a constant reminder that he was straight. A couple months after this, he told me he'd been dating her because SHE REMINDED HIM OF ME, but less scary. Then, I really wanted to drown her in the toilet. Possibly twice, just for good measure. Yes, yes, you can call me Queen Bitch, if you must. (Bonus points to anyone who understands why there's a Clive Barker reference in this one.)
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#8: Madonna of the Loft

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Mar 021998
 

Title: Madonna of the Loft
Fandom: N/A
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Rating: G-
Warnings: Teen wangst
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica, #8. March 2, 1998. I was listening to a lot of Robyn Hitchcock, at a guess, and at this point in time, I was pretty sure I wouldn't make it into college, and I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. It was one of those few moments in life, when all illusions of immortality and importance were stripped away. (And bonus points to anyone who knows why Robyn Hitchcock is at all relevant, here.)
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#6: Entreaty

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Feb 271998
 

Title: Entreaty
Fandom: N/A
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Rating: G-
Warnings: Self-sporking
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica, #6. February 27, 1998. It's a joke. A taunt. A not so gentle fork in the face, mostly directed at myself. This was when I decided I was going to publish a book of shitty sonnets, and stick this on the back cover.
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#5: Eden for a Letter

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Feb 271998
 

Title: Eden for a Letter
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Rating: G-
Warnings: So shallow, I don't even splash.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica, #5. February 27, 1998. The Thespian president cut his hair, and I know I wasn't the only one horrified by it. However, it was for a part — it was for the art — so we couldn't hold it against him.

Eleven years later? Yeah, still that shallow. Even bald, I'd have done him, though, if he swung that way. Can't say no to beauty and talent.
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