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?
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.
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.
Like TulipsLike Tulips4 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.
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
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.
PromiseOne day darling,Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll paint you a picture
of the house you'll grow old
in, with flowers that grow
from its ears, a bright warrior
brave arriving at the front
door beating her chest.
We'll pour the sad
away, fill the space with
baby-songs and pot roasts, thoughts
of old loves in Cuba,
sleepy hands that smoothe away
the cracks in Paradise. Angel,
let me paint in your life,
the hazel stretch between
today and tomorrow
and the colours will run together
madly, make you swallow your cries
harrassmentif you touch me again i willharrassment8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(take your eyes out with my thumbs
carve up your left leg, starting with your toes, joint by joint
remove any indication that you were ever male with a spoon
slice off your fingers one at a time while you watch
force-feed you your own liver and significant portions of your intestines)
stiffen and think about how much i hate you
Stars and CigarettesDear You,Stars and Cigarettes4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No one writes letters anymore, which is a pity because you can't burn an email from the ex. I might have told you that last night. Or maybe in a dream. Lying next to you, I dreamt of stars and smoke.
The world is ending like you said it would. It's choking.
I can't believe you weren't lying.
When we met, I was drunk (something I regret). But intuition tells me that you wouldn't have said hello otherwise and I hate that. I hate you too. You told me all your secrets because you knew I wouldn't remember, but did you know I would remember just enough to want to beg for more? I remembered enough to crave the taste of stars.
I hate you.
You liked how I smelled of cigarettes because it reminded you of home. We all get homesick but I saw how you pined to be there instead. Then you said you were a traveller. That was a lie, but I let you continue. You seemed like you needed someone, and I felt sorry for you.
Guilt feels bad, doesn't it? Poor exterminator.
I should have never let your