"What is this?" I asked. The streetlight above us flickered out. I looked around and saw all the symbols of everything that went wrong: a dog half asleep, lights on but shades drawn, unlocatable dance music, clothes soaking wet, cars slowly passing, eyes stinging and hands struggling for warmth. We avoided eyes, knowing what we had spent years forgetting: we forgot that nothing mattered. Some...
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bettietwoguns:
you are a tease with your no picture and vague quotations . . . where do you go, and what do you do . . . give me a hint. do i know you?
I spent last Christmas drunk and dangling my feet in the Reflecting Pool because someone hurt me or I hurt her but forgot the details and just got out of her car and started walking. An older woman, 50 at least, walked over and sat next to me. My feet were numb. "Is this synthetic?" I asked as I stroked the trim of her long...
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bettietwoguns:
do i know you in real life?
hmmmmmmmmm?
hmmmmmmmmm?