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[tntandgasoline]

Tick, tock. Just waiting and it is so. Boring. If I have to sit here any longer I will go crazy, at least Arkham wasn't so dull. There was the rec room and you could color on the walls but not here.

What else is there to talk about? Tick, tock, tick-tock. Listen to the big clock, look at its hands move 'round.


Running out of ticks on the clock. Not getting any younger.

Now how does that make you feel?

Comments

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

Honestly? It gives me a headache - you never make sense. At all!

aaand right back to the haterade

[tntandgasoline]

I make more sense than you want to give me credit for, Tommy.

Sorry I didn't talk about my dead kid.

well, that was short lived xDD

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

Fuck you.

What the hell does a clock have to do with anything?

he's pmsing i swear

[tntandgasoline]

Only when you were a girl, Tommy, sorry.

If I told you, it wouldn't be obscure any more!

that is an effective excuse - works for girls, he can use it too xD

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

Go to hell.

And what, you making less sense is supposed to be a bigger shock to me?

joker practically is a woman anyway

[tntandgasoline]

No.

You aren't very bright, are you?

pfft!rofl! xDD

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

Ya know, it'd be great if one of you Gotham shit heads came up with another thing to insult other than my intelligence.

[tntandgasoline]

Well, you're ugly, too.

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

Oh, gee. How far did ya dig for that one?

[tntandgasoline]

Not very. It's right there in my face whenever I talk to you.

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

Lame.

[tntandgasoline]

I'm not in the mood to play your playground games, Tommy. Sorry I'm not putting all my heart into it.