Jason Rimbaud

Not the issue I had. Good actors disappear into the role, the writing on this show is horrible, sexy asses aside. It takes more than eye candy for me to like a show.

From what I hear, it's all downhill from here. . This is probably the most silliest of all my stories. My christmas stories are fanciful, and almost like a perverted fairy tale. The rest of my stuff is more grounded. I'm glad you liked it, i'm rather proud of how it turned out.

So I am going to be as delicate as possible in my comment. And I hope you can overlook any rough patches you might perceive as unseemly. The imagery you invoke is powerful, raw, and filled with longing for someone who has passed. Grieving is a hard process for those of you that experience loss too soon. And your words connected with me, as pure love of poetry, I enjoy talent when I find it. With people who shares their words through poetry, finding honesty is always delightful. And your poem, in a religious framework, is perfect and very well written. I shan't ask questions that sprang to mind while reading the piece, as two people with opposing points of view, we can still appreciate good poetry. I will however ask a question in regards to the actual construction of the piece. Have you ever explored other ways to format your poems? While reading the piece, I found myself pausing in places where I don't think you intended a pause. And the centering of the piece, for me and only my opinion, takes away from the desired affect. And if I am over-stepping, I humbly ask that you tell me to mind my own business and I shan't take offense. But you have talent for conveying your ideas and when I'm curious about something, I ask.

Thank you, but his review was very good. All your talk about sports balls fell on dumb ears. But when I read his review, I really felt like that was something I might like. I watched two and wanted to pull my hair out. which is difficult as i am very much bald.

This is the problem when you have someone so eloquently offer a review of creative material. In your well-thought-out and well-written review, you offer hope, such as there is, that this tale is anything other than straightness wrapped up in gayness. As I read your review, I really wanted the story to be what you described, as it was glorious. But when I watched it, I felt your review of the show was far better than the show you reviewed. If I had the money, I'd hire you to write every review for anything I've ever written. . As for the show, we can disagree about what it is. There is no reason for me to make a case for or against it. It would be against it. But I really wanted to point out how much I loved your review. It was really, really good.

So I've read this multiple times, and the scenarios I have constructed in my head does not do this sentence justice. And in utter deference to you, as you are one of my favorite mods, (sorry @wildone you've sided against me too many times in the epic struggle between that one and I) I shall not describe the imagery this sentence inspires. But I wonder if someone could make this into a prompt. I'm just saying.

I troll Krista. There, I finished your sentence for you.

Well welcome! Always like to see new readers comment. If you enjoy that, shameless plug, check out some of my other stories, they are a bit more on the silly side. I am currently writing Frosted Hearts. A little christmas tale you might find entertaining. And twice a week, you and that other one are going to make me go crazy trying to get everything ready for that. .

What's with all the drive by's? I'm such a good, wholesome boy just enjoying a story written by the Fabulous One, and I'm taking shots from random people. If I were to be a type of person, I'd say the Fabulous One has her army out to destroy the Sacred Knights of Trolling Krista because she is too afraid to face me, in public, on the internet. . And yes, I found a way to drag her into this whole mess I probably brought on myself. *shrugs*.

For the Fabulous One, that's Thursday. *shrugs*

A very small one. minuscule if you look at it while squinting. As for not ending well, I'm sure it won't. but as you say, im not scared. Though to have fear you must have something warning you, such as intelligence or fear of consequences. I do not possess either of those things. And that was three years ago. It's probably more than that now. It's a very realistic dildo, the balls move around in the sack and everything. If you use the batteries it gets warm to hot as well. Or at least, so I'm told. There are cheaper methods, $50, but you don't get the same quality. You know, the word on the street and all. Plus you can make a date out of it. Say you and three friends, go to the "shop" and get each other excited. They make the casts, you have some drinks, you make a day out of it, or a bachelor party, either way, the word on the street says, that could happen. And it was $800 per person with free asshole bleaching, the ad said that anyway. But what do I know. This an something in the next chapter is left over from an earlier version where Percy wasn't happy about little Five. I read it over today and I winced, I made changes to the original as I will go back at some point and clean this story up. I think this fight you mentioned might be in a different chapter. . Probably.

No no no, when you said shop, for some reason my head kept going to Cabinet making shop, or mechanic shop, and I couldn't figure out you meant the sex store. . my bad. And that's all I shall say about that. That;s also not in this chapter. Which is why I really couldn't place what you referencing.

Twenty-five years ago, you ran the risk of seeing me in that bar. . For sure twisted, more clever, that remains to be seen. Full disclosure, I have not re-read this story as much as I have my other ones. So I'm not sure what you are refering too? Can you explain? Some of that is written with intention, so of that is written very much for their sense of humor in the narrative. Both of them frequently lie, or to phrase it differently, joke, in the narrative. They aren't being serious. A lot of their banter is loosely lies or just them having fun.

IF you follow the rules of story telling, things are going to get worse before they get better. We shall see how Percy and Five handle Ethan and his shenanigans. Sweet, another great reveiw!!!! Out of everything I've explored in this story, the gift of little Five was one I was on the fence about. I wasn't sure if it was too over the top, or creepy. Especially with the implications, I'm going to go back to Bethany so here's a consolation prize of my dick. But the absurdity won out so I included it. One of those deleted scenes I mentioned, Percy reacted completely different upon realizing what Five had done. And I really liked the scene but could not work it into the more relaxed narration I had established. I look at Glacier Bay as realistic and raw. While Christmas In Glacier Bay I think of fairy tales, silliness, almost fanciful. So to have Percy lose his mind that he was violated by a toy without his consent I felt didn't fit this story. Plus he went on internally how creepy he found the gift. That affected his interest in Ethan as well which sent the story into another direction. You can only play house so long before that becomes the new reality. Let's hope they last before things get really interesting. And you stopped one chapter too soon.

Five does say dressing him up was for him...so I always looked at it as they slowly realize their feelings, they don't quite know how to express it so they are fumbling for the path forward. Or I just like dressing my husband and included it because it made him roll his eyes. I always try to choose his underwear and he's always bitching because he wants comfort over sexy...the shit head. I think he's testing himself more than Percy. That's weird that you automatically went to Daddy here....I do let you know in future chapters the source of his bruises. I went to that very bar for ten years. I actually tamed it down as it was necessary for the story. but lets say, you would not be comfortable in certain parts of that club.

Don't you worry Mr. Dog, I did not harm any animals in this story, unlike that other person.

This krista is so much fun, I can't wait for you to get to the end.

It was only a small driveby...I was hoping you'd follow this story long enough to read that.

That's because you don't know why yet. *laughs evilly*

Shouldn't it be in your last read chapter at the top? And remember, if you are going to start reading it, I apologized already.

For one dearest Krista, (yeah, I went there cause your always calling me dear) There was not one mention of wet butts in this whole story. Ergo, you are more crazy now than back then. Maybe as you said, your younger innocent self. By the way, you and I would not have been friends back then. I was a bad one that would have sent you running to the hills. You also had two shower scenes in this story, no BJ's, HJ's, Sj's. You had three pool/water scenes not a single boner in sight. All of those things makes you crazier now. Can I hear an amen from the Sacred Knights of Trolling Krista?

*shakes head* Nope. Around the twist is a British saying, it means your going more crazy than you are already. . But saying you shouldn't read it, that means you would only see the flaws, which there are many, and not see the unpolished diamond that you had even all the way back then. Whatever fondness you have for this story, don't distorted it by going back. And in all seriousness, if there was a story I'd like to revisit myself, as in writing it, it would be this one. I love the mess of it all. And boy do I see the potential for my craziness to shine. Kind of wish I thunk up this one.

If there are drips, its not from my services sir.

Wow, I said a couple chapters back that young Krista just wanted to break stuff. . I mean, his mother, his dog, his father, his own life, you stripped that poor boy down to nothing. Having him change at the condo so dramatically, without any real reason narratively was jarring in a perfect post punk way. Charlie was a real shit, kept calling Barbie that Slut Carol. So very funny. And much as I suspected, The father did not disappoint, either in the original ending or in this one, didn't even bother to show up to the funeral. His mother turned out to be kind of a shit as well, sold the house and tried to force an 18 year old to live with the asshole father. All around, a messed up scenario. Derek should have ran far away. *sigh* This was a delightful romp in the mouth of madness and this chapter ended perfectly. I now can say I really enjoyed this. It's so, we have no fucks to give and we never had any fucks to give. We aren't out, just didn't come with them. .

So here I was expecting the story had one more chapter. So I was surprised when I read the comments. Then I remembered you warned me over in that other story that shall never be named. So let's focus on ending number one without reading ending number two. We'll skip past all rough patches, the conflicting statements, and focus on the story itself and what you were trying to accomplish. Charlie was a deeply flawed character that had a heart of goodness underneath the insecurity, the anger, the resentment of his parents divorce, the subsequent death, and then his father trying to get back in his life but treating him like a manly man. Julie was very insecure, overbearing, neurotic mess that I loved to pieces. Her projection that she had lots of late night snacks crumbled under the weight of admission that she really didn't. She was the most contridicting character, but for the most part read the same throughout. Though I couldn't see Charlie staying friends with her as she doesn't seem to change. Her hatred for Sara for no other reason than jealousy comes to mind. Derek was fickle, nearly bi-polar without many redeeming qualities. He was very manipulative of Charlie and took advantage of the boy in a very vulnerable time in his life. Which is exactly how eighteen year olds are supposed to act. They don't have it all figured out. And in my part two version, Charlie and Derek don't last long into college. Neither one has fully let go of the past. Charlie, his resentment of giving up basketball. Derek, his holding on to past boyfriend. That entire friend group is headed for disaster. All the stuff aside, I didn't hate it, and it was enjoyable to read. I see the Krista-isms in its innocent stages that I saw blossom in that other story. I really hope you never take this down, its a part of your journey and a blast to read. I would however, recommend that you do not ever read it again. it would drive you further around the twist than you already are. Now off to the second ending with glee.