Thanksgiving Crack Rec - of sorts . . . Part 1 of 2

So it's almost Thanksgiving and Lyrical Soul and I have found a blast from the past to share and give thanks. See, me and LS write crack. Alot. Like 500 plus pages of the stuff. And it's bad and silly and perfect and brilliant and has kept us going during lots of flotsam and jetsam the last few years. So I gleaned a little out and I wanna share it with y'all, who've been so good about loving the crack. Which, really, who can't love the crack. Although this is less crack and more  . . . sigh . . .

It's the boys a few years back. Before they finally gave in and just decided to be - in whatever form that may take. They're still angsty - they still don't trust themselves - they're still holding onto a rocky shocky past. We all know they get over it - hell, this year I'm sure Paulie has snuck up to London to get a little stuffing . . .

Okay, so this is our Thanksgiving feast - scraps of paper and voice mail and  smooches behind a smoky bar . . .  the little bits are mine - the smoky bar is all LS - like honey on a cello, man.

It's in two parts cuz LiveJournal sucketh great wind of fail!

 

( The Ghost of Thanksgivings Past . . . )

Thanksgiving Crack Rec of sorts . . . Part 2 of 2

So it's almost Thanksgiving and Lyrical Soul and I have found a blast from the past to share and give thanks. See, me and LS write crack. Alot. Like 500 plus pages of the stuff. And it's bad and silly and perfect and brilliant and has kept us going during lots of flotsam and jetsam the last few years. So I gleaned a little out and I wanna share it with y'all, who've been so good about loving the crack. Which, really, who can't love the crack. Although this is less crack and more  . . . sigh . . .

It's the boys a few years back. Before they finally gave in and just decided to be - in whatever form that may take. They're still angsty - they still don't trust themselves - they're still holding onto a rocky shocky past. We all know they get over it - hell, this year I'm sure Paulie has snuck up to London to get a little stuffing . . .

Okay, so this is our Thanksgiving feast - scraps of paper and voice mail and  smooches behind a smoky bar . . .  the little bits are mine - the smoky bar is all LS - like honey on a cello, man.

It's in two parts cuz LiveJournal sucketh great wind of fail!

 

( Ghosts of Thanksgivings Past Part 2 )

 

 

( Ghosts of Thanksgivings Past . . . Part 2 of 2 )