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01 July 2014 @ 12:05 pm
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  • Mon, 22:58: Anthony thought he was going to faint, or be sick, which feels very much the same. He sank down on the narrow wooden plank #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 22:59: that served as a bed and lowered his head between his knees. Rupert squatted on his haunches, peering through the gloom, #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 22:59: so that his face was at the same level as Anthony's. "Honey? Are you all right?" His voice rose to a hysterical shriek. #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 23:00: "Did those bastards beat you? Because if they did, I will personally put them on the rack and--" Anthony lifted his head #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 23:01: with an immense effort. "Stop it, Rupert. Nobody beat me." "Then what's wrong?" "You," Anthony said. "You're scaring me with #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 23:01: all this crazy talk about girls and heirs." Rupert had a moment of insight. "Haven’t you ever made love with a girl before?" #atSecondGlance
  • Mon, 23:02: "No, you asshole. I'm gay, remember?" "But, but." Rupert was at a loss. "Didn't you ever, you know, experiment? To find out #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 23:03: what it was like?" "No," Anthony said. "I never ate a cockroach, or drove a nine-inch nail into my skull, or drank drain #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 23:03: cleaner. I didn't feel the need to experiment with those things either." Rupert laughed. "I can safely promise you that #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 23:04: having sex with a woman is a lot better than drinking drain cleaner." "Oh yes? But what about cockroaches and nails?" #AtSecondGlance