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You Know I Took The Poison

From The Poison Stream

Ugg
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 It's raining (which definitely gets the creative gears turning), and there's this awesome breeze blowing in that smells like the rain. I've been writing all day, but reluctant to post because it seems like an eerie silence has befallen everyone else lately. Here, too. Every one is very lazy today, which doesn't surprise me in the least. Rainy days so often make me want to skip class.

Of course, so do sunshiny days, so I really don't have a specific point here.

Regardless, I've been on a strict diet of jelly beans and cream soda (Easter candy is super cheap now so I stocked up) and it has taken its toll. I am way too hyper.

I also fought the urge to kill someone today (if only it weren't illegal. some people...) and I feel a little better about myself for letting her stay alive. Good for me.

I should be working on a ten page paper right now, but for some reason Livejournal and it's evil have sucked me in once again... I should really stop procrastinating but damn if it isn't difficult.

A Decent Melody--Chapter 4 pt 2
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Disclaimer: I could never dream of having enough money to own anything that belonged to U2, let alone Bono or Edge.

AN: Part two! Sorry it took so long. Easter came and I was sans internet. However, I have returned. Enjoy!

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Bono watched his guitarist stare at the building in front of him. He smirked quietly to himself as Edge's eyes glazed over noticeably. The poor man was probably nervous as hell meeting this girl. It wasn't often his best friend picked up a date during tours--he was not as fond of the groupies as Bono was, preferring instead for his relationships to "mean something." It had hurt the singer's feelings when Edge told him that part, about Bono's relationships not 'meaning anything'. They had always 'meant something' to Bono... sometimes that something was just sex.
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Suffer The Needle ::: Chapter 3
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Rating:        R for adult themes and drug use/abuse
Pairings:        Bono/ Elizabeth
Disclaimer:    This is not for profit, because they aren't mine to sell. *DISAPPOINTED*

Chapter 3:

Elizabeth woke the next day with no memory of ever having gone to bed. She lay awake for a moment trying to piece together the night. She had run away, that much was fresh in her mind. And then there had been that guy… what was his name? David? Yes, David had been there and had offered to take her to wherever it was he was staying with his friends… and then she had woken up… she slapped her palm to her forehead in frustration. She must have fallen asleep in the car! How stupid of her! That guy David could have done anything to her...
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Suffer The Needle ::: Chapter 2
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Characters:     Bono, Edge, Larry, Adam, Elizabeth Bradley
Rating:             R for adult themes and drug use/abuse
Pairings:          Bono/ Elizabeth
Disclaimer:      I don’t own Bono, Edge, Larry, Adam, or heroin. These characters are merely playthings in my private universe. If ever
                       I harness the power of cloning, this disclaimer will no longer be necessary.

Chapter 2


Edge was out driving. It was too hard to think in that house with Bono stomping around losing and trying to find things during the commercials of his stupid baseball game. The Edge had heard that often times disorganization was a sign of genius, and this had always amused him. His best friend was an artist, that was for sure, and he was eerily organized when it came to lyrics and music. In his daily life, however, sometimes Edge was amazed he could find the floor when he got out of bed in the morning.
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Suffer The Needle ::: Chapter 1
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and_i_spun
Characters:     Bono, Edge, Larry, Adam, Elizabeth Bradley
Rating:        R for adult themes and drug use/abuse
Pairings:        Bono/ Elizabeth
Disclaimer:    I don’t own Bono, Edge, Larry, Adam, or heroin. These characters are merely playthings             in my private universe. If I harness the power of cloning, this disclaimer will no longer be             necessary.

SUFFER THE NEEDLE:

Chapter 1

Elizabeth was small with long legs made for running. Sprinting. It was the only thing she had on her mind right now--the only goal at the moment. She wanted to get away.
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