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la_belle_laide) wrote2010-03-12 11:28 pm
la_belle_laide) wrote2010-03-12 11:28 pm
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You look a lot already dead. In other words, THE MANGLER.
Because I am so pleased about the editors' choice thingie, (I did just find out that an editor has to actually like your work to choose you for a featured critique,) and because my beloved Mangler is back up, I decided to honor today with some prime bits of story mangling.
Would you all care for some mangled fiction? Why, don't mind if I do, ta very much!
Leander, what you get!" Lie down? Dogs? He had the same color hair, the same color hair, the same color hair, the same subject.
(Same everything, pretty much. )
There was a blank slot in his face, her breasts pressed against the resistance of whatever was coming out of them.
(I don't want to know what was coming out of them. That puts a blank slot on my face, too. )
Her hair smelled like the sunset.
(Ahhh, inhale that sunset. )
He tried again and drank the last of her face.
((And then he drank the last of YOUR MOM.) )
Then he smoothed his hair back. Breathed. He was in his stomach.
(Cozy and warm. And moist. And a bit acidic. )
He tried to get the key into the side of a woman, ingratiating and solicitous.
(That's not where it goes, damn it. )
He tried to force his limbs to obey, they wouldn't comply. He felt like he was going to suggest it!
(Oh, my! He wouldn't dare suggest IT. )
The people are quiet, but they are coming out from my eyes.
(It's a little uncomfortable, tbh. )
Netscape does not like the sky and the people are quiet, but they are still there, waiting for a toast before sipping her wine.
(Netscape has final say on what's cool and what isn't. )
"Now that is a good point," she conceded and raised her cup again and this time got a gibbering animal sound.
(Drunk much? )
Netscape does not like the sound of that.
(Netscape is disturbed by your suggestion. )
Leander was sitting up, scrambling back on her face, but Leander was fond of music, but that song left a rotting feeling in his mind, its melody slowed down, the vocals slurred and the enemy could very well be the present.
(Obviously, this is not the time to be in such a position. )
He had seen this woman on his face and "Something is very badly wrong with me, he thought , even as he was.
(Again, there's a time and a place for everything. )
Instead of replying, she reached out her soft, white ball on top; and what looks disturbingly like a queen among commoners.
(I wonder where she keeps it when she's not using it. )
There was a bright side to everything. One bright side to everything. One bright side to everything. One bright side to everything. One bright side was that, whoever the hell had gotten into him.
(Always look on the bright side! At least someone had gotten into him. )
He stumbled over, grabbed it in both hands, and drank the last of it in two bites.
(Must have been a smoothie? )
Netscape does not like the pub, like roasted food and chocolate.
(What DOES Netscape like? )
He inspected his arm and spun it around his neck.
(Ow? )
//alert("Must be Netscape! do nothing")
(Take no action! Netscape does not enjoy ANYTHING. )
He adjusted the straps of his mind.
("There. Much tighter now." )
I mean to be wearing white!
(It's totally not an accident! What are you implying?! )
Citizens walked the streets with their heads down, and they slide over the place if you will," Leander says.
(It can get a little icy here. )
Slowly he remembered the color white.
("Kind of pale? Opposite of black, I think." )
Not Dome Park, and not Sunari sitting on the back of his underclothes and washed with the Whiteclad people.
(Thankfully, she was not sitting on his underclothes. THIS TIME. )
You like honey in your place of business.
(Stop spreading that around! Umm... )
This was just not worth his time or worry, and certainly not worth his time or worry, and certainly not worth his time or worry, and certainly not worth his time or worry, and certainly not worth endangering anyone who might get the pistol.
(Really, this one is just not worth it. )
"You look a lot already dead."
(Thanks. Dick. )
His chest tightens with sudden, certain dread. "What the shit is this?" Leander asks. "The year."
(NO! NOT THE YEAR! )
She tries to form something coherent to yell to him, but all she can come up with your mother.
(I usually resort to that, too. )
If you have that power, you can come up with your mother, under the strain.
(POOF, it's YOUR MOTHER. )
You know how it will sound if you can come up with your mother,
(Immature? )
Well then, see that you can come up with your mother,
(Since no one else can seem to. )
It did sound ridiculous to him, but all she can come up with your mother, under the strain.
(Hey, sometimes your wit gets overtaxed. )
And like Charm, he would be close to the important bits that he had no sense of wrongness want to go.
(Umm, if you're that close to the important bits, then I'm getting a sense of wrongness. )
Mmmm, yummy. The Mangler!
And uhh, I just mangled my LJ, too.
Shop for groceries (toothpaste, floss, soap, possibly hair-dye, don't forget!) Stop to pick up a little tsundere .
I totally ran out.
I am going to get sick or die. And to eat tons of incredible artists.
Which, obviously, is not too good for you.
He said, "It's nice in here. I want a big blue wobbly thing that goes over the side. That the man in the ass. :)
Umm. *cough*
I bought one for my food sins. Cool. I want them.
What would you actually buy for your food sins?
Kenshin was supposed to be tutoring in neurology! It'd just be for a longass time.
He just couldn't fit it into his busy schedule.
I know it was Summer. I adore summer, but I need to write like a blob.
That's what agents are really looking for.
He accidentally killed her during a fight with the ridiculous power tools at 8 AM so I swing back around (one-way tide, what?) and go out the revolution, and then he accidentally killed her during a fight with the Obvious Bat.
Must be awful to be killed with power tools at 8 AM, but just mortifying to be killed with the Obvious Bat.
He said, "It's nice in here. I want to punch your TV in the chapter, "Thank you, universe." Haha!
Don't punch my TV, damn you!
She fell in love with him for completely unspecified reasons, never mind that he cries frequently and finally I just hope it's not like I'm lagging in week 2 or something.
YOu can never know what will attract another person.
He gives me a lot! But maybe it's better if they tried talking to me.
Uhh, yeah, that might be better, or at least a bit more socially accepted.
Note to future self: After Penn, take the water-slides.
Much quicker way back to LI.
So Monday night my beautiful God(dess)daughter Jo-chan went into the world to help other suffering people.
But, she's back already! And now there is no more suffering.
Would you all care for some mangled fiction? Why, don't mind if I do, ta very much!
Leander, what you get!" Lie down? Dogs? He had the same color hair, the same color hair, the same color hair, the same subject.
(Same everything, pretty much. )
There was a blank slot in his face, her breasts pressed against the resistance of whatever was coming out of them.
(I don't want to know what was coming out of them. That puts a blank slot on my face, too. )
Her hair smelled like the sunset.
(Ahhh, inhale that sunset. )
He tried again and drank the last of her face.
((And then he drank the last of YOUR MOM.) )
Then he smoothed his hair back. Breathed. He was in his stomach.
(Cozy and warm. And moist. And a bit acidic. )
He tried to get the key into the side of a woman, ingratiating and solicitous.
(That's not where it goes, damn it. )
He tried to force his limbs to obey, they wouldn't comply. He felt like he was going to suggest it!
(Oh, my! He wouldn't dare suggest IT. )
The people are quiet, but they are coming out from my eyes.
(It's a little uncomfortable, tbh. )
Netscape does not like the sky and the people are quiet, but they are still there, waiting for a toast before sipping her wine.
(Netscape has final say on what's cool and what isn't. )
"Now that is a good point," she conceded and raised her cup again and this time got a gibbering animal sound.
(Drunk much? )
Netscape does not like the sound of that.
(Netscape is disturbed by your suggestion. )
Leander was sitting up, scrambling back on her face, but Leander was fond of music, but that song left a rotting feeling in his mind, its melody slowed down, the vocals slurred and the enemy could very well be the present.
(Obviously, this is not the time to be in such a position. )
He had seen this woman on his face and "Something is very badly wrong with me, he thought , even as he was.
(Again, there's a time and a place for everything. )
Instead of replying, she reached out her soft, white ball on top; and what looks disturbingly like a queen among commoners.
(I wonder where she keeps it when she's not using it. )
There was a bright side to everything. One bright side to everything. One bright side to everything. One bright side to everything. One bright side was that, whoever the hell had gotten into him.
(Always look on the bright side! At least someone had gotten into him. )
He stumbled over, grabbed it in both hands, and drank the last of it in two bites.
(Must have been a smoothie? )
Netscape does not like the pub, like roasted food and chocolate.
(What DOES Netscape like? )
He inspected his arm and spun it around his neck.
(Ow? )
//alert("Must be Netscape! do nothing")
(Take no action! Netscape does not enjoy ANYTHING. )
He adjusted the straps of his mind.
("There. Much tighter now." )
I mean to be wearing white!
(It's totally not an accident! What are you implying?! )
Citizens walked the streets with their heads down, and they slide over the place if you will," Leander says.
(It can get a little icy here. )
Slowly he remembered the color white.
("Kind of pale? Opposite of black, I think." )
Not Dome Park, and not Sunari sitting on the back of his underclothes and washed with the Whiteclad people.
(Thankfully, she was not sitting on his underclothes. THIS TIME. )
You like honey in your place of business.
(Stop spreading that around! Umm... )
This was just not worth his time or worry, and certainly not worth his time or worry, and certainly not worth his time or worry, and certainly not worth his time or worry, and certainly not worth endangering anyone who might get the pistol.
(Really, this one is just not worth it. )
"You look a lot already dead."
(Thanks. Dick. )
His chest tightens with sudden, certain dread. "What the shit is this?" Leander asks. "The year."
(NO! NOT THE YEAR! )
She tries to form something coherent to yell to him, but all she can come up with your mother.
(I usually resort to that, too. )
If you have that power, you can come up with your mother, under the strain.
(POOF, it's YOUR MOTHER. )
You know how it will sound if you can come up with your mother,
(Immature? )
Well then, see that you can come up with your mother,
(Since no one else can seem to. )
It did sound ridiculous to him, but all she can come up with your mother, under the strain.
(Hey, sometimes your wit gets overtaxed. )
And like Charm, he would be close to the important bits that he had no sense of wrongness want to go.
(Umm, if you're that close to the important bits, then I'm getting a sense of wrongness. )
Mmmm, yummy. The Mangler!
And uhh, I just mangled my LJ, too.
Shop for groceries (toothpaste, floss, soap, possibly hair-dye, don't forget!) Stop to pick up a little tsundere .
I totally ran out.
I am going to get sick or die. And to eat tons of incredible artists.
Which, obviously, is not too good for you.
He said, "It's nice in here. I want a big blue wobbly thing that goes over the side. That the man in the ass. :)
Umm. *cough*
I bought one for my food sins. Cool. I want them.
What would you actually buy for your food sins?
Kenshin was supposed to be tutoring in neurology! It'd just be for a longass time.
He just couldn't fit it into his busy schedule.
I know it was Summer. I adore summer, but I need to write like a blob.
That's what agents are really looking for.
He accidentally killed her during a fight with the ridiculous power tools at 8 AM so I swing back around (one-way tide, what?) and go out the revolution, and then he accidentally killed her during a fight with the Obvious Bat.
Must be awful to be killed with power tools at 8 AM, but just mortifying to be killed with the Obvious Bat.
He said, "It's nice in here. I want to punch your TV in the chapter, "Thank you, universe." Haha!
Don't punch my TV, damn you!
She fell in love with him for completely unspecified reasons, never mind that he cries frequently and finally I just hope it's not like I'm lagging in week 2 or something.
YOu can never know what will attract another person.
He gives me a lot! But maybe it's better if they tried talking to me.
Uhh, yeah, that might be better, or at least a bit more socially accepted.
Note to future self: After Penn, take the water-slides.
Much quicker way back to LI.
So Monday night my beautiful God(dess)daughter Jo-chan went into the world to help other suffering people.
But, she's back already! And now there is no more suffering.
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Argh, the carnage! The mangler really struggles with all the bits of LJ boilerplate - comment links, now playing, current mood, that sort of thing. It alternates between amazing nuggets ("So, the new flat, and only just now remembered that I found out that it may matter, if this Thing of Power shall fully belong to the previous flat there appeared to be precise - that I think about it...") and utter randomness.
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