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PS. Heather's looking at me with this really damn angry expression. Apparently, I'm invisible. The great thing is that it's the day of silence, so she's forced to make violent hand gestures.
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In bed…a light through dirty windows, afternoon and ginger tea in white-cracked chinaware as, slipping to one side, I lick a spoon still steaming sweet. She’s harnessing her hair: the bathroom mirror almost damp with heat, the door ajar to folded August blonde like stringy cloth, fixed firmly in a pleat, as sweat runs down her skin to form a pond on tile. “Soon” - she exhales – “I will go to the street fair, and buy myself a peach and maybe you’ll come with me.” In the glow of ten o’clock, I have a sense of each thick second lingering until she twists it, drowsy time thatIn bed
by ~lostkitty
PerspectivePerspectivePerspective
He’s there as I turn the corner, leaning against the wall like James Dean. I suppress an urge to brush back the hair falling across his eyes. “Franny Teller. Sandwiches and fiction?” He says my name like a statement, and I’m startled by it.
“Oh I’m always ready for fiction,” I answer, hands in my jacket pockets. This meeting would be more effective if I had scripted dialogue for Paul’s pauses. Paul, Professor Goodwin, Creative Writing.
He holds the door for me as we walk into George’s Deli. Paul pushes through the crowd of college students and I stumble after, my bag banging into chair
by ~lostkitty
To the girl on a music boxBelieve me, my dim words will never be About the way you twist on that slim crutch, Your wrist, wrapped twice with silver filigree, Embracing an incessant arc with such Delight, although I’ve watched the way you move For five full choruses by now, and four Again before I stutter self-reprove And firmly close your cherry lid. This floor Is lined with sketches of your dress, but chalk And charcoal never seem to show the feel Of fabric on your skin. It’s such a shock To see your dainty case, almost surreal… These lines have their own charm but fall apart When set againTo the girl on a music box
by ~lostkitty
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- Current Residence: the glam rock capital of the world
- Interests: music, art, books
- Favourite movie: I'm not exactly sure
- Favourite band or musician: I don't really have one
- Favourite genre of music: anything pretty or otherwise
- Favourite artist: I have a lot.
- Favourite poet or writer: Moliere, T.S. Elliot, Nick Hornby, some others...
- Favourite photographer: Helmut Newton, maybe... maybe Man Ray
- Operating System: Mac OSX
- MP3 player of choice: sadly, I have winmx
- Favourite cartoon character: devi, from "i feel sick", although i guess she's not a cartoon. okay, zim. zim is my favor
- Personal Quote: I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way - Jessica Rabbit
- Tools of the Trade: whatever I can find
- AIM: silver lanka
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Dead horses need beating, too.
Here's the meeting point info ::
Saturday, January 10th, 1-2pm +/- 30 minutes
Cafe de la Plage, 46 Windward Ave., Venice Beach
Here's a map :: [link]
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comments and criticism welcome.
This fight started by ~nakira on December 5th
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This fight started by ~nakira on December 5th
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