As a pessimist, smug from being right, dreams of her. Exposition allows for foreshadowing. Its happened before. No emotion has been original since Mesopotamia. She is the temple whore; prays at her sanctuary and is excommunicated. Puerile buffoonery, cannot forget: its happened before. A christian at a rock concert, a friend who plays the cello, a missing blanket and a lost cause. Stretches out, arms...
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fiesty:
Hope you have a wonderful birthday!! 
Walks on to the empty set, looks about with vague interest; there is something to be looked for but never anything to be found. A melodramatic sigh issues forth with clove-scented smoke that curls seductively in the bright lights. Enhance the image of the serpent, of original sin and the absurdity of faith. The sound of a door being unlocked and unfeigned curiosity lights the...
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marybee:
Wow, I think you could be my hero. Second journal entry in over two years and it's a short story. Sounds like a dream. Hopefully it's part of a larger piece. This part was pretty random.
"blackened shark and copious amounts of water, the b-52s on an old hi-fi, a dancing woman with a leg brace and a wine glass."
I'll have to reread that. It's not the kind of story you read just once. Hope to hear more from you.
"blackened shark and copious amounts of water, the b-52s on an old hi-fi, a dancing woman with a leg brace and a wine glass."
I'll have to reread that. It's not the kind of story you read just once. Hope to hear more from you.
Why the fuck would I have a journal? Today I deposited a check, mailed some textbook i sold on amazon, and sat on my ass watching snl reruns. Oh, and smoked lots and lots of pot.
gil:
Happy Christmas