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  • Salix BabylonikaSalix Babylonika
    https://i.imgur.com/IoGc2jA.jpg
    Existential dread on the daily.
  • Yarrun XIXYarrun XIX
    edited 2017-10-15 08:31:10
    Whores! we want "poems that kill."
    Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
    guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
    and take their weapons leaving them dead
    She was born to the East Coast Mouses, who traced their lineage back to the noble German Maus family. There was a castle somewhere in their history, and some number of counts, but what Minnie remembered the most was her mother's tales of great-uncle Heinz Maus, the one with the limp and the Mensur scar. He had spent most of his life traipsing around Europe, attending salons, getting into fights and outrunning debtors. A true adventurer at heart who, to the dismay of all those around him, died in bed, shriveled and pale. So as a young girl, she dreamed of classic fantasies, of brave heroes with poor impulse control. She outgrew most of that in time, but not all of it.

    When she had finished enough schooling to worry her parents, she set out from the familial home in Pennsylvania to New York, seeking education outside the usual bounds. She made decent money balancing books for a night club in the day and dancing on tables on the weekends, and she spent it on a couple of speakeasy drinks, a meeting featuring Ida B. Wells, and a cheap pair of pumps that were a bit too large for her. It was rarely easy, but it was always fascinating, and there was always something to see on her days off. Of course, since she was old money and unmarried, her parents soon grew wary of letting her have her way, and wanted her to return home. But then, the stroke of fate occurred, and she ran into the man who would become a legend. 

    Mickey was washing glasses for the club at the time, paying the bills until the shipping boat he worked on was repaired. Like most of the unskilled labor at the club, he was often a brash lout of a roustabout, but he was sharper than he looked, and he gave more credit to other people than most would at the time. Indeed, the first time Minnie met him, he and the busboy were brawling in the alley because the busboy spoke ill of the Nineteenth Amendment. Minnie was curious to find someone bearing the Mouse name, and with no small amount of elbow grease, she determined that his name stemmed from the Occitan Mus which, through a bizarre change of marriages over the last 1000 years, passed onto an Irish settler who changed it to 'Mouse' when he immigrated. Minnie explained all this to Mickey before work one day, and Mickey noted the enthusiasm in her voice when she traced how the name migrated from Occitan to the Normans to the Irish, and was curious about how a dame that bright ended up working in a night club. And when her parents sent her a telegram urging her to come home and find a respectable young man, she claimed that she had found a long lost relative sharing the name Mouse who was doing such a good job of keeping her out of trouble and defending her honor. So, they relented and let her continue her life as a free woman.

    Their relationship was rocky, at first. Mickey was less of a lout than most roustabouts, but he was a lout, and he took some time to properly grow up. But while he was learning, he convinced Minnie to go back to school and get a diploma. And Minnie had her daring, brash hero at long last. 
  • EpitomeEpitome
    meow meow meowtherfuckers
    alright well fuck i didn't know threads could have winners but yarrun won this one 
  • glennmagusharveyglennmagusharvey
    that is a truly great amount of win
  • OdradekOdradek
    My dreams exceed my real life
    And Donald's not a sailor, Daisy just has a thing for guys in uniform and he hasn't told her he was in the air force, not the navy
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