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We were the vigilante perverts of literature…

We were the vigilante perverts of literature, roaming the back alleys of linguistics, looking for a little unconventional action. We kept our vocabularies, well… loose, and our genitals well lubed.

Our identities were exposed, but so were our slick naughty bits; maybe they were furious, like our keystrokes; or quivering, like our pens. All we knew was that there was a violent, sexual revolution — happening on the page, and below the waist.

Random words and sexual fluids became our weapons. They leaked out of us like madness. We spewed them like alien substances, melting the faces of foes, and the hearts of potential lovers; irritating skin, and agitating libidos. 

Yeah. We spent our nights knocking out teeth, and fusing together ideas. Reckless, but not indiscriminate. We only served it up to those who had it coming. We only dished it out to the mean, sexy bastards who deserved it…

The whole fucking world. 

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  1. pbnpineapples reblogged this from ordinarywonder
  2. roggyscanvas said: buh dum duh tis. hehe
  3. bluebell-the-rabbit said: Oh god, I love it when you write out exactly how I feel about writing - oh Noelle, why are you so talented? :)
  4. ordinarywonder posted this
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