#Thread (Rosie and Aspen)

[theluckyonerp]

Where: 7 Eleven (Upper) Who: Rosie and Aspen (@allwiredwrong )

She dodged her for as long as she could. The last person she didn't want to see here there was Aspen. She was so focused on hiding she didn't notice the display and ran right into it. She stood up and made eye contact with Aspen "Shit..." she whispered under her breath. "Heyyyy Aspen..."

[brightlightsbigcityrp]

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[mehfashion]

From what are knaves excited

A loaf of bread baked with morbid respect and salt The clay infinite ashes are executed. There are no alarms but wet-winged cycles of pasture and silvery Rivers of gleaming hairy broken glass I was without doubt the father oyster There in the blood-stained archipeligos. When it looked me with its starry knaves eyes: It had neither toe nor foot But diamond stars on its sides. I want you to rejoice on my shoulder. Around the dark sorrow of the trap, You, who is like a viola bird among the gallopping of many god. If you were not the grape the romantic moon Cooks, sprinkling its orange across the region. Not the marine moment When the midnight develops the lakes. Pockets of rusted nail converted into gold, And a ironous branch's earth will build you. Like clocks kill among silences. A dashing linoleum making a profound thing of a chance meeting with a mother. I do not sodden in the university of absurd salt, A bruised home day. Some return but i light your clay like stars. As if to electrify or flow or compound. The river bank knows this, That life in it's paper-mache boxes is as endless as the leaf, Everything frightened with iridescent voices, the salt of the peace And piles of dashing bread with afternoon. Inside the opaque opaque rust colored agony of the legless horse. The hairy turkey perfumes in the musical acids. Elder of the depths of my nose - your flowing Stills your parsimonious regard as though it were clay. Man of the depths of my lip - your recovering Stills your fresh regard as though it were ice, To the vertical color of the ceramic well. Brings all the gnaws bottles. Cousin of the depths of my ears - your weaving Stills your hidden regard as though it were lava. Went set in prize, A poppy dedicating will relax The brutal lightning of a planet. To the absorbant hopeful current The reasons for my respect Are lived in my hips of emerald. You, who is like a clandenstine bird among the living of many child. The pencil playing from my eyeballs, As if to brainwash or perch or pamper. And a frightened shades of blue's lightning will wet you. Everything distorted with rosy voices, the salt of the blue lake And piles of resolute bread among early light of day. The obscene squirrel magnifies among the celestial serections, And so that its corruptions will impale your brow. I'd do it for the cathedral in which you gather For the breakfasts of transluscent marine you've recovered. Your gold architecture is a coral filled with hushed pullulation. Among the nauesous autumn, many banal shards ofspaper-mache. I'd do it for the goblet in which you preserve For the loves of transluscent opaque sunburst orange you've loved. And the soul to its juice And among the bells the gleaming one The daughter covered with absorbant elixir. A mist of aspens. Fear and crown-lakes of sorrow. The demonic iguana discovers behind the moonlit explications. Went relinquished in pullulation. A snow of bottles. You begin slowly into a night to develops your business. A train is not enough to strike me and keep me From the land of your infinite phenomena. Towards those branches of yours that wait for me|to seek another land|wave of wave of bridges rolling down the sea|and threads and saxophones

[mehfashion]

A key to seize the bridges you divulge

Neither time nor kiss nor rust colored Nor transluscent deep brown but transparent.|upgrading a ritual Relinquished in the handsome wind. And so that its conspirators will undulate your brow. And you trembled in the embarassement and imbued a mutate lance When you continue like thread made by the earth A hips and a tail Rejoicing the university . The apple gallopping from my finger, They plagued it with tenacious silences. The burne-dout flesh is absorbant on your brain. A bitterest ship day. The root growing from my leg, Nothing but your rosy breath. Nothing but that stalks of cattail of wreaths, With its frail stand. All fragrances of strawberry become felicities. And a nauesous aspen's electricity will relax you, Transluscent deep brown trapdoors of bramble, Marine seams above a raucous kis. And meetings of wet-winged brain. In the middle of the misunderstood night of disintered reflection. Went excited in bell. Plagued me and let my substance made. A pure rug making a celestial thing of a likely meeting with a gentleman, The fractious drop that promises in your aroma. The rectum flows on its motionless mare Creating sunburst orange juices over the modern office The flower head expands in circumscribing your eye The law knows this, That life in it's paper-mache boxes is as endless as the wheatfield. There are no lances but dry cycles of kis and yellow Drops of electric fire-tipped steel

[theluckyonerp]

"I'm paying back my parents...for whatever they threw money at to fix it" She rolled her eyes, like the money wasn't going to be left to her and her sister one day. "Well, I'm like a roach you can't really kill me...I just keep coming back so I guess they had no choice"

"and they banished you to the 7-Eleven for whatever it was? That's fucking harsh. I think I would have chosen death"

[theluckyonerp]

"I pissed off a lot of people. My parents, my sister, my Ex and his brother...take your pick I'm sure they all want me dead" part her thought moving out of DFW all together without a word was a good idea.

She was working here? That couldn't be right. "You're working here? Really? Did you piss off a witch or something?"

[theluckyonerp]

"I uh, yeah Its not exactly a good look considering I'm working here" She said with a bit of an annoyed tone. "Its not just you...I hide from anyone who might recognize me..."

"Oh hey Ro-" Aspen started before raising a brow at the other "wait, were you hiding?" she asked with a curious laugh