cabaretic

If I were a film star, I'd be a silent movie film star from the 20s. Probably Clara Bow.

I would drink too much and engage in sordid sex scandals. I would have short bobbed hair and smoke cigarettes out of a long cigarette holder. I would dive, intoxicated, into fountains and hang out with prominent men who wore stinky, shedding racoon coats and slicked...
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part one of short story.

if you want to read this, you'll have to take the part I posted yesterday and put it on top of this draft.

sorry about that, but SG journals won't let me edit.

The annual conference of young adult radicals came together, officially, in an undisclosed location in the southwest. I, being in the know, can tell you that it...
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I had panic attacks all day long...and all the way back from Atlanta.

I leaned my hair out the car window and tried to puke, but all I could do was dry-heave. Have you ever had days before where, at their sweaty and trembly conclusions, you feel limp and exhausted?

The world swirled around me and the only thing I could think was...I have...
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It has been a long time since I've hung out with a group of extremely heterosexual men. I can understand how you females out there might find it a nice break from the swirling drama and head games.

What you see is what you get, and although this hyper-critical, elite side of me sees fit to criticize them at every turn...there's something oddly comforting about...
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short story excerpt...something I'm working on...

The Evil Queen draws these men into her fold easily. They quickly collapse at the knees and beg for punishment. They are sufficiently trained to follow the plan of the manifesto, and begin taking upper level management jobs within the inner works of the machine.

During the numerous training and promotional videos that we are required to view for...
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World on a String

You know I lose
You know I win

You know I call for
The shape I'm in

It's just a game
You see me play

Only real
in the way
that I feel
from day to day

Although the answer
is not unknown
I'm searching, searching
And how I've grown

It's not alright
to say goodnight

and the world
on a...
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The family got the internet when I was 15, and I quickly began receiving the attention of generally unattractive girls. Some of them have stayed friends with me to this day.

I must admit that three of them cling to me...cling, cling, cling...and do not let go. They are starved for attention and I have been much nicer than anyone has ever been to them,...
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Spent all day yesterday hunkered down in front of the television, watching the weather reports.

phrases like conditions deteriorating rapidly and tropical storm force winds get rather repetitive after a while.

Damage here was minimal, and unlike expected, we did not lose power. Some sites around us lost power and expect to have it restored later today.

Anyone want a cup of homemade lime-ade?

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
plug inside your ear?

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
plug inside your ear?

Well, I'm goin' to the head shop
to get a hole drilled
into my skull.

I'm goin' to the head shop
to get a hole drilled
into my skull.

(it's the latest thing
these days)

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
symbol...
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A better day. I plot Hurricane Dennis as it churns inevitably towards the coast...the promise of something to do, once trees and power lines are knocked down by the inevitable hurricane or near-hurricane force winds of Sunday night into Monday.

Therapy was productive, per usual. As always, I teased her about her scant wardrobe and sole pair of decent shoes...smiling into her pale, freckled...
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