llamas with hats 2 scriptLlama: Carl! What on earth was all that?llamas with hats 2 script4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
CARL: I'm not sure what you're referring to.
Llama: You sunk an entire cruise ship, Carl!
CARL: Are you sure that was me? I, I would think I'd remember something like that.
Llama: Carl, I watched you fire a harpoon into the captain's face!
CARL: That sounds dangerous.
Llama: You were headbutting children off the ship!
CARL: That, uh... that must've been horrifying to watch!
Llama: Then you started making out with the ice sculptures!
CARL: Well, thank God that the children weren't on board to see it.
Llama: Uhh.. Carl why is the lifeboat all red and sticky?
CARL: Well I guess you could say it is red and sticky.
Llama: Caaarl, what are we standing in?
CARL: Would you believe it's strawberry milkshake?
Llama: No! I would not believe that!
CARL: Uhh, melted gumdrops?
CARL: Boat nectar?
CARL: Some of God's tears?
Llama: Tell me the truth Carl.
CARL: Fine. - It's the lovely elderly couple from 2B.
CARL: Well they w
Llamas with hats scriptCarl: Oh hey How did he get here?Llamas with hats script4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Paul: Caaaarl, what did you do?!
Carl: Me? Uh, I didn't do this!
Paul: Explain what happened, Carl!
Carl: I've never seen him before in my life!
Paul: Why did you kill this person, Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people. That is that is my least favorite thing to do.
Paul: Tell me, Carl, exactly what you were doing before I came home.
Carl: Alright, well I was upstairs
Carl: I was uh I was sitting in my room
Carl: reading a book
Paul: Go on
Carl: And, uh, well this guy walked in
Carl: So, I went up to him
Carl: And I I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.
Paul: Caaaaaaaaaaaaarl, that KILLS people!
Carl: Oh! Well, I didn't know that!!
Paul: How could you not know that?!
Carl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I SUCK.
Paul: What happened to his hands?
Carl: What's that?
Paul: His hands. Whywhy are they missing?
Swallow My AstronomyHe had a black hole for a mouth,Swallow My Astronomy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and eyes like the dying stars that I would never collide with.
"Speak me the universe," I told him.
He laughed, and swallowed my galaxy.
The face you make is priceless.I've got wrists like empty pockets,The face you make is priceless.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a spine I made out of your weekly pay.
You crack open my bones, and scour for the loose change.
I won't tell anyone.Mouths made of masturbation, and eyes like dying stars,I won't tell anyone.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you aim for something short of profanity.
Like TulipsLike Tulips3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if we ever kissed
we would both wordlessly agree that we felt
and then you'd take off my glasses
and then i would silently feel
like a whole field of flowers.
Wonderland, Part TwoCheshire GrinnWonderland, Part Two5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jackie sat in the Wonderland Station's interrogation room, mulling at his broken nose and toothless reflection in the stainless steel table.
Alice slapped a neat stack of police papers in front of Jackie, "Smuggling, possession, uttering threats, assaulting an officer, attempted murder... your night is not looking up, Mr. Knaves."
Jackie growled and said nothing.
"It's enough to see you go away for a long time, Jackie," Alice said, "And while I can't vouch for your chances of ever coming back, maybe you can make it easier by taking a few of your friends with you? Like the Red Queen everyone about Wonderland seems all in knots over."
This time Jackie started laughing, only to cough up some of his own blood on to her stack of papers. Alice winced away from it.
"You think you're some sort of copper, don't you? Marchin' into Wonderland like some Yankee cowboy, gonna rattle her six-guns and bring down the Queen's crew 'fore the shift ends? Yer pulling at strings, Legs,
time machineThe sun gives light to the moon but the moonlight is much more aspiring than the sun.time machine5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is a kind of sadness, which only knows of sad songs
and can only listen to the sound of rivers unweaving and
paper sailboats grasping for anchors.
Silver butterflies flutter their wings in the night sky
and the stars would shimmer in consent.
His house seem to always be right under the moonlight at night
Like a little toy house placed at one spot for every night, every show
There is always something that reminds me of outer space at this magical spot.
The sun's deep golden yellow fades into pale moon-white and the grass covering the lawn is deep black and brown.
He was sitting beside his old sailboat that was strung to a wooden pole.
His eyes were flowing with music notes, like a river unweaving, a soft piano in an obscured room.
I go over and sit beside him without a word because his mind can be in faraway places when he is sitting under the moonlight. right now, under the shine his skin is even p
I'm not listening anyhow.Make them believe thatI'm not listening anyhow.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the people in the world are
That only you and I can
Understand when we close our eyes and
Run so far away with our thoughts like a
Buzz in the back of our brains because
Anatomy is something that we still haven't
Thought too much about
In the dark behind our eyelids that will
Only visit us when
No one else is around.
tangledTell me you love me -tangled5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Wait! Do not feign emotions,
It shall bite back.
And I promise it will hurt,
My love, I promise you that.
Do not expect much,
Not from my honest hand, love.
I have choked on lies,
And I beg you not to turn,
For I fear I will reply.