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Summer Money, Summer BloodIt was already July, the month you remembered for Melting your ice-cream. The rest of us Were busy with pretend money, too Tangled in ourselves to notice your sticky hands Or that no one would pick you up For hours after day camp was Long over.Summer Money, Summer Blood
That day a fire broke out in the field, caught to The trees over the monkey bars, balls of flame Falling like leaves onto our shoulders and cheeks.
The fire did not hurt us,
But we screamed at the sound of the blaze Growing deeper into the long grass. They stopped playing red-rover, everyone came over Br
by ~PerfumeRose
Wood River HighYou laughed, said school was like a Drive by shooting, eyes open at The closing of the window. Is this where you went to school mama? I cant imagine it, but The thought of you driving down that River road, faster than you've ever Gone before, Is not hard to see.Wood River High
I can picture it because I am you, Pudgy but lovely in the small Midwestern town Trying to feel some sort of reverence for Escape.
You came to California, but
It never even occurred to you to Fall asleep at the wheel or Do lines in LA. You were Simpering and wed, all th
by ~PerfumeRose
FaithThe blue dress was Victoria's favorite. It had a square dip on the chest so that when she leaned over, especially tired as she was that night, it opened up slightly and revealed her freckled collarbones. The dress was also tighter than her others. She could feel the thin fabric on every vertebra in her spine, along every dimple in her long thighs, even in the space directly beneath her breasts which was always overshadowed and forgotten.Faith
She was standing by the vomit-green filing cabinets in the corner of the office, pretending to reorganize the papers which were exactly where they were supposed to be. All that this task r
by ~PerfumeRose
Life or DeathAt the Circle Theater in New York City The Petrified Forest was playing for its third week, specifically the fifteenth time the Lena Hardy had heard it from the hallway where she was stationed next to a stairway leading up to the projection room. Lena had heard the movie so many times from this dark corner that the lines were ingrained in her heart. She could trace each inflection of the actors' voices as they turned from anger to desperation. Never before had she appreciated actors so much, the intricate ways their throats wove patterns through words, painted love all over the screen, blew kisses even with inane syllables.Life or Death
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by ~PerfumeRose
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I hope you write a lot and never stop. Welcome to my watch list!
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
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The jungle is dark but full of diamonds.
~Arthur Miller
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
--
The jungle is dark but full of diamonds.
~Arthur Miller
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
Good luck wrighting I guess!
I wish I could spell, ohwell!
Your ID is very pretty!
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Take a look at the rules and, most important, have fun!
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