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tencrushOh, man, my brain was fried last night.
I don't write fic, but I was so seriously contemplating writing this long piece of RPF in which David and Sophia fuck lots and kill people. It was totally working in my head, where it started off really innocently with a sort of mild annoyance about that girl what wrote the RPF in which Sophia gets hit by a car, and they meet up with her and they kind of accidentally kill her because they're pissed off, and then they get a taste for it and decide to kill Billie as well, as she was the star of said RPF, and then they just end up going on a murderous rampage, with lots of sex thrown in as an added bonus. They had GUNS and everything. BIG GUNS. And it was making me laugh really loudly IN MY HEAD, even though I hadn't actually written any of it yet. The reason it made me laugh is because I kept picturing it in my head, and it was intermittently set in Cardiff and London, but then my mind would wander and every two minutes they'd end up in the Nevada desert inna Natural Born Killers style. And I was trying to work out how could geographically get the Nevada desert to slot somewhere in between Cardiff and London on a map, or failing that, how I could make the entire thing take place in the Nevada desert. And then I fell asleep, and now the urge has passed. Except for the fact that I'm writing it down now, and the urge is bubbling back up just a tiny bit.
I hate my brain.
I don't write fic, but I was so seriously contemplating writing this long piece of RPF in which David and Sophia fuck lots and kill people. It was totally working in my head, where it started off really innocently with a sort of mild annoyance about that girl what wrote the RPF in which Sophia gets hit by a car, and they meet up with her and they kind of accidentally kill her because they're pissed off, and then they get a taste for it and decide to kill Billie as well, as she was the star of said RPF, and then they just end up going on a murderous rampage, with lots of sex thrown in as an added bonus. They had GUNS and everything. BIG GUNS. And it was making me laugh really loudly IN MY HEAD, even though I hadn't actually written any of it yet. The reason it made me laugh is because I kept picturing it in my head, and it was intermittently set in Cardiff and London, but then my mind would wander and every two minutes they'd end up in the Nevada desert inna Natural Born Killers style. And I was trying to work out how could geographically get the Nevada desert to slot somewhere in between Cardiff and London on a map, or failing that, how I could make the entire thing take place in the Nevada desert. And then I fell asleep, and now the urge has passed. Except for the fact that I'm writing it down now, and the urge is bubbling back up just a tiny bit.
I hate my brain.
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Date: 2006-11-13 02:18 pm (UTC)I might HAVE TO write it in order to make it go away.