Oh, What the Hell (LemMeme Time)

[furrbear]

Lifted from Weaver (osodecanela):

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE-UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people say.

Be interesting to see what folks come up with.

Would I lie to you? Would I lie to you honey? Now would I say something that wasn't true? I'm asking you sugar Would I lie to you?

Comments

[furr-a-bruin.livejournal.com]

Remember that summer we spent riding to every bike rally to see how many "straight" bikers we could score with? Took enough Jack Black to float the Queen Mary, but it was amazing how many hardcore patchholders we wound up ridin' like a rented mule!

[killerjoe.livejournal.com]

Do you remember that time at convention when you were my girl for that dance at the midnight dance, and winked at you and I gave your PA a gentle tug for the first time while we squared up?

[reb2.livejournal.com]

Remember that time we dined on roadkill?

[furrbear.livejournal.com]

I think you have me confused with Mike Huckabee.

[merlinwon.livejournal.com]

Remember when we were trapped in that small closet and were so close that our crotches touched. You started gettin' hard and so did i. You started to moan as we kept our pelvis's moving back and forth... and i started to moan shooting my load inside my jeans and your hand went down on yours and with one jerk you came inside your jeans as well! HOT!

[osodecanela.livejournal.com]

I didn't believe you when you swore to me that Austin really was worth the time and effort to visit. However, awakening next to you in that sleeping bag in the pup tent in the park and running barefoot (and bare-assed) through the grass in the early dawn was sublime. Even if we did get sunburnt.

[furrbear.livejournal.com]

But... I don't burn. You, however, looked like a giant beet.

[cipherpunk.livejournal.com]

Ankara.

Our story always begins with Ankara, doesn't it, Falling Tiger? Ankara, the mortals call it now, having entirely forgotten what that name once meant in the Autumn Tongue. "Yellowtree."

Are you surprised that someone still remembers the Autumn Tongue, or knows you by your Name? Oh, I know, I know, "Clizbe" is the name you're using for yourself nowadays — but it is a name for yourself, not the Name the Rulers stamped upon your soul.

You probably even have a nice fable made up: a mortal man, mortal relationships, mortal frailties. Save those lies for those who do not know you.

Perhaps you've regretted your past, tried to outrun it, live it down. Do you remember The Gorge? Your side called it "the Glorious Triumph by the Yellow Tree". But to mine, it bears a Name to reflect your crime. Your appetite for killing is still legend within the Symmetry. The Eternal Crime of the Infinite Gorge, we call it. What's fifty thousand summers since then compared to the duration of eternity? Your victory, your gloating and chortling, your berserk glee in the grotesque breaking of flesh and bone, was something of legend, yes, but a legend now forgotten by all but those few remaining Weapons.

I counted. Every single year I heard the Gorge spoken of in hushed whispers, I counted. After one hundred ninety four seasons I stopped counting, for it was never spoken of after that.

Falling Tiger... think on this for a moment. Even in your greatest triumph, you were remembered for only one hundred ninety four years. Hannibal Barca's triumph at Cannae was used to terrify Roman children for three centuries and more — "be good, or Hannibal will come from the hills and take you away!"

He was a pathetic little mortal, Falling Tiger, a man doomed to die, and he made his horrors live for three centuries. You, the Immortal Weapon of the Rulers Beyond Time, in your moment of unspeakable crime, could not even reach two.

Yes, yes, we are of a different era than this time of steel and silicon. Yes, the Rulers Beyond Time have not given their decrees in almost twenty–eight thousand summers.

You could be forgiven for wanting to dress in mortal guise, as we've done many times before.

But I am still the Immortal Weapon of the Symmetries Beyond Space.

I remember the Eternal Crime of the Infinite Gorge.

I remember what you did to Whirling Leaf.

I am coming for you.