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Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: March 11, 2015, 11:15:39 AM »
Text to Birdie: As long as no one tries to make me do girly ***** like last time I came over OK I like food.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: February 24, 2015, 09:16:28 PM »
Text to Jon Boy: No you don't want to know.

Text to Jon Boy: I don't know Tim but coffee is good. Will see you tomorrow, will also make sure to shower first after work.  

Text to Birdie: I'm going to see Jon's family tomorrow morning. Want to meet me there? You could be my diversion device in case I need to make a quick escape from Maple Grove.

Text to Birdie: Plus it wouldn't hurt to see your face.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: February 24, 2015, 11:30:41 AM »
Text to Jon Boy: The better question is probably who DON'T I consider unwanted?

Text to Jon Boy: Likely working the night shift but assuming you will have coffee available I can come by tomorrow morning.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: February 23, 2015, 12:29:37 PM »
Text to Jon Boy: Ok you've sold me on the idea of having to come back to Maple Grove to visit you but when can I come where I won't have to see a lot of unwanted people?

Text to Jon Boy: I want to have at least a fighting chance of not cursing out anyone in front of your children.

I've fallen into an odd habit lately of singing made up lyrics to myself whenever my brain finds itself idle. There's nothing musical or romantically minstrel about it. I would blame the drugs but I haven't touched yola in years now and everything else pales in comparison to that sweet vortex of sludge.

I want to keep track of what I'm saying as I can remember them. These ditties are nothing but the dirty deeds of things I've seen and more often done. They're spilling out of me as if what little conscience I have left can't take it anymore and wants to hack those memories up and out like yesterday's mucus.

What's odder still is I'm crooning about foul acts that harken back to an earlier time, not last week but years ago.

F**k. Even when I'm trying to analytically examine my brain I'm resorting to this flowery bullsh*t.  "Harken," as if I use that word all the live long day.

So what it is it now driving out that little poet I never knew hiding underneath my tongue?  

Usually in my line of work I can see most situations others would shy away or puke up their lunch from as just another necessity to keep my head afloat.  It's rare that I second guess myself once I decide to muck up my hands with stains that never fully scrub away. And sure, I can admit I've come to even enjoy it in a way that horrifies me in how far I've unraveled from my own humanity.

Or maybe I'm wrong, and that last shred of decency buried deep within my throat has found a way to cry out its truth.  And where can I run to when it calls on my voice and travels with me?


Song For K:

And down to the river she dragged him, she dragged him,
Down to the river she dragged him, still as stone.

Still as stone, and still as heavy,
he sank to the bottom, to the bottom with his gold.

Gold will never save him, can't keep him from the cold.
Gold will never save him, when his bones roll on the river floor.

She left him for the fishes, for the fishes in the water.
She left him in the river, because he would not let it go.

Song For D:

Her face shone with moonlight, pale brightness in the dark.
Her cheeks carved from ivory, they held not one flaw.
Her ears though did not hear me and her head paid me no mind.
That's how I caught her, snuck up on her from behind.

Goodnight, little moon doll,
Goodnight, ivory bone bright,
Sleep now, keep deaf now,
For the timing's just right.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: February 20, 2015, 04:28:04 PM »
Text to Kaylee: I'm glad to hear it, LeeLee. Still living to see another day on my end. Can't ask for much more than that.

Text to Kaylee: Let me know when you're back in this mad city. I want to see this husband of yours for myself.

Reply Text to "all the Grangers" Message List: How the (bleep) did I get on this group? But I will pester who I want, when I want.

Reply Text to "all the Grangers" Message List: I usually do much worse than that.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: February 20, 2015, 01:53:02 PM »
Text to Kaylee Got a message you went & got hitched. If you're happy then congratulations are in order, LeeLee. But pls show your husband a picture of me so he knows who will be hunting him if he makes you cry.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: January 16, 2015, 05:28:54 PM »
Text to Dom: On my way now. Hope you're up for a night ride. There's a shrine out east I need to see.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: January 16, 2015, 01:17:02 PM »
Text to Dom: In Rhydin, are you? Need to clear my head. Want to ride?

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: re: Childhood memories
« on: December 19, 2014, 01:34:46 PM »
Dropping a note to say hi! Hope to see you all soon and happy holidays!

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: April 18, 2014, 12:33:35 PM »
Text to Cor: Sure, I will be the one wearing bunny ears and a sunny disposition, naturally.
Text to Cor: Let me think about it.

Text to Kaylee: You can't devour demons without facing forward. We will talk.

Text to Jon Boy: Will consider. May require matching my knife to my Sunday brunch dress in case I run into Aunt Jes or my father.
Text to Jon Boy: I'm kidding about the dress wearing part.

Text to Dom: Your KTM Enduro is a sweet ride.
Text to Dom: Are you going to Easter at the family stranglehold too? I came across these bamboo poison darts in my travels I want you to take a look at.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: April 16, 2014, 10:43:13 AM »
Text to Jon Boy: Touche. Both are correct but it's easier to keep a tally on how often we do the latter.

Text to Jon Boy: I'm only supposed to darken Maple Grove's doorway on Christmas, if that, but I'll slip by when it looks quiet on the homestead.

Text to Kaylee: You can't live in RhyDin and be afraid of dark places, LeeLee. We'll have to work on that. But for now I'll find you in the sunshine.

Text to Dom: I'm taking one of your bikes for a ride. I'm only telling you in case you feel like eating my dust.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: Phone Messages and Texts
« on: April 15, 2014, 03:53:01 PM »
Text to Jon Boy: Crawled out from under my rock long enough to hear you've been busy doing what Grangers do best, Jon Boy. Congratulations.

Text to Cor, Kaylee I'm back in town and eating at Moonie's on Lawson Road. You could drop by and I wouldn't hate it.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: A Hopeful Prospect
« on: May 22, 2013, 01:35:19 PM »
People left Gigi all kinds of messages.

Some came as cryptic orders to the florist shop, The Lotus Eaters, which she used as both a drop point and a cover story for how she legitimately made money:

Ma, need you to hook me up, three bushels and a peck, hot date at the B-side.

Some came as threats to be handled in their own time and place:

You arrogant b*tch. High Street is my turf. Don?t come here again unless you want me to slit that pretty throat of yours.

Some she found scrawled in graffiti on lowly street corners:

Violet Lady Save Me

Death in Deep Grease Dreams


She even heard one in a song on the radio once, performed by a recovering yola addict she knew:

Called up my pusha-lady / Greased disgrace / just one more taste / she slipped me that slick oil / ?cause I wanted to forget this earthly toil

These messages, often encased in code and slang, Gigi knew perfectly well how to interpret and prepare for.  But when she received Gabi?s, with its allusion to something keeping her cousin from going out and its even more difficult request to call a black sheep back to the family farm, Gigi did not know what to make of it.  

The only thing she knew for sure was that no weapon in her arsenal ever stood up to the emotional landmines that always laid in wait for her when it came to returning to the Granger fold, if only for a visit.  She braced herself and started in the direction of Beecham House.

Of Gall And Grangers / Re: re: Childhood memories
« on: December 23, 2012, 10:56:19 PM »
[quote:b70f5c1831="Jonathan Granger"]Just dropping a little note to say how much I enjoyed reading Gigi's latest posts, especially Gigi and Humphrey's little chat. Nicely done, peeps! :grin:[/quote]

Thank you! Wouldn't have been able to figure out how to throw Gigi in the mix if you hadn't given me a new thread to follow.

Thanks to Humphrey's player too!

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