neoacidcreep

"i am queen mab
queen of the faries and  wood nymphs"

"that is cool how are the woods?"

"how should i know?!
it is merely a subprovince of mine!
should i slum it in all the provinces under my rule!?"
should i inquire as to the ogres and imps
that lease land in my western caves!?
next you will say that i should check the condition
of jub jub birds nest"

"apparently if was all a farce to him makes it even more stupid"*

"i love things that are deemed farces
if we all thought of life as farcical life would be so much more pleasant"

"just a frightened little kid inside."

"why do people always need to validate relationships?
why is closer always tied off with a bow of knowing the other person
was annoyed and molested by your behaviour?
especially in a romantic sense, when two lovers first meet
they are full of whimsy and gaiety
cut to the end and their lips drip poison for the other?
but see the poison drips far and wide, drips from ear to lip to ear...
it is a spreading disease of corruption
we choose to remember our own lives,
we weave a tapestry through the prism of mentality
and to conjecture as to my meanderings is a slippery slope
for one who might not know who this is
albeit those closest to me still fall
into error when trying to define my thoughts

the taste of venom wells upon the lips and mouth
reminding me of the visage you once potrayed
it seeps through my veins into my core,
pulsing with the beat of my heart
bringing back the frothing rage that compliments my new attire"

"that is the big difference between you and i"

"i would peg down our major difference more in the anatomy department
and the whole royalty thing"

"what?
what the fuck does that mean?"

"i am the queen mab
lord of the fairies and wood nymphs"

"and i?"

"what would humpty dumpty say about your airs?
he told me that i was the most regal royal he has laid eyes on upon that fine day

"well why are you being mean to me?"

"perception of events
i believe i am being whimsical and speaking in prose
you perceive aggression

"your saying your the king and i am plain
like plain is a bad thing to be"

"queen!
i am queen mab
lord of the fairies and wood nyphms
you might think about usurping a thrown and seizing a title
whilst i was born into my noble lineage you will find the nobles
are not very picky about the aquisition of titles

"wanna get married?"

"some day
to a good strong squirrel
with spider web wings and emerald eyes"

"too bad my eyes are blue"

"ah, one day i shall pluck out my king's noble eyes
and sell them to fill the larders during a particularly tough winter
but dare to dream has always been my mother's advice
the suns hath set and the night's chill is upon my naked form,
and then the question that haunts my dreams arises
yet again to the fore of my mind:
are we done playing my game already?
if only to find a participant with similar stamina,
poor old humpty can out spin me,
the grumpy old devil is not to my par any longer"

that was kind of a transcript from a instant message conversation, i cleaned it up a hair...i don't know i like some of the phrases in it...kind of poetry, i guess.