Worship

Whil-o-whisp

Starting time: 1:33 a.m.

Ending time: 1:50

Fandom: Goth Yaoi love (Red Goth x Curly Goth), south Park

Word Count: 378 I think .

A/N: HIIII yeah, Idk, written like seven months ago. I don't hate Lord of the Rings! I love it, I love the movie, I just don't see Red liking it. Too.... fantasy for him. I see him reading the books though. Just... Cus.

Disclaimers: I own a coffee mug from a company with Etc in the name, and it's an awesome coffee mug. I don't own much else though.


Worship: noun or a verb. Adoring reverence or regard.

Nobody deserves worship. No thing deserves such high praise. I always believed that. Since California, since moving to this shit hole of a town, since the very beginning of my Gothic days. No person, place, thing, mineral, ethereal mass of thoughts, idea, or anything else some dip shits may preach deserves worship. I always thought I would stick to that belief to the end of my days. I really did.

Things didn't change in elementary school really, not until my last few years. Not when I met Henrietta, or even Lucas. I felt them worthy of praise, but not of worship. No, only one person I have ever met has ever gained my worship, even a little. And really, he shot my ideas all to hell. Nickalus fucking Reeves. He's near perfect in my eyes. Fuck everyone else's. So what if they think he's just a Goth dork with a big nose. Fuck them hard up the ass. That's all I got to say about them. Conformist assholes.

But Nickalus? He deserves worship. He can write for one, something fuck few can do. And its good stuff too. Not the depressed crud I write. I can't write for shit. He can write stories so intricate and detailed, but not long winded like Tolkien or whatever. Yeah, I read Tolkien, what of it? Lord of the Rings was cool before the assholes decided to make a fucking movie of it. Ruined everything.

Nickalus deserves worship, but I won't give it to him. The way he moves, the way he talks, the way he deals with people, he damn near commands worship, but I won't do it. I can't. If I can't stick to what I believe in, whether I believe it or not, then what good am I? I can't write, can't sing, can't paint, can't do fuck anything. I can't even lead.

No, I'll stick to what I believe in, burn what little heart I have left, give the ashes away to a homeless guy, and be Nickalus's friend. It's what I do best.


lol, yay, heart ashes for the homeless. revie please