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Reikanishy
Date: 2007-11-24 11:04
Subject: Fucking Election
Security: Public
Mood:Grrrr Grrrr
Music:Dangerous Beauty - Rolling Stones

Due to circumstances beyond my control - a.k.a my birth - early tomorrow morning I am required, by LAW for fucks sake, to go into a little booth, express in fluid form how I learnt to write numbers, and thereby destroy my country even more by voting for one of these two pesky little bastards:

John Howard - The man has eyebrows bigger than mine, for the love of porn. And he's short. That stupid mangy cow on big brother called him an Ewok, yanno? It kinda suits him. Definitely not voting for him. >.> But that's because of his beloved GST - I don't care what anyone says, he promised it would never be introduced to the Australian economy and then did it anyway, the sneaky brat - and ever since my family's always had to scramble to keep us well fed and clothed. So, fuck you, Johnny. And what's with sending troops overseas? A show of force is all very good, and keeping us in the U.S.A's good books probably means we won't wake up in
GuantanamoBay any time soon (    No offence to the Americans is intended, I've just embraced slagging all cultures, including my own, evenly  ). But we've also pissed off a lot of other people too, and I certainly wouldn't mind knowing that somebody who could be from my neighbourhood isn't dying, alone and scared, so far away from home...geez, I hate him.

Kevin Rudd - The little red man that could, up from
Queensland way. Rule of thumb is to never trust those bloody Queenies - the Queensland population, you understand - but he's the one I'm probably going to cast my lot into. You know, so he can finally scrap those stupid IR laws that are keeping my brother in the poor house because he signed one before they had any of those fair trade contractors and has suffered appallingly ever since. So, maybe. He's got some good ideas to back him, and innovation is something this country has needed since the death of the mullet back in 91-92.

You know what; I think I'll vote Green. Sure it's only 1/16 of a true vote, but maybe they'll actually do something to better the
Murray River, or to clean up that crap along the coast. And the lead singer from Midnight Oil...Peter Garrett. *Swoons*

Thanks for listening to my rant, squeegies.

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Reikanishy
Date: 2007-11-24 12:56
Subject: SICKO
Security: Public
Mood:'the hell did I just write? 'the hell did I just write?
Music:Die, Die My Darling - Metallica
Tags:fanfiction

Title: Sicko
Author: Reikanishy
Genre: Drama, Tragedy
Rating: NC-17, at the very least a hard R
Word Count: 1818
Warnings: Envy’s twisted POV, torture, rape, character death, adult situations, swearing (Heh heh). Oh, and Envy kinda doesn’t like Al. But it’s certainly not character bashing. >.<
Disclaimer: FMA isn’t owned by me, thank God. Imagine the trouble I would get in with the PC Folk?
 
Summary: Flesh is squeezed and stretched so easily, like taffy so soft and tasty, so it wouldn’t be hard to create something to tear him apart.
Author’s Notes: Written for the [info]envy_x_ed asylum, who I joined a little while ago, and was given this lovely prompt “All things return to their elements”  – thanks [info]kuchehexe -  that had me immediately running for Word. That said, this is my first Envy x Ed fic ( die-hard Elricest fan), so please be gentle. Unlike Envy. >.>

And yay for the somewhat end of the writing block!

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