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J'ai mal a foie. Alors prendez-vous vos doigts demuni de lui!
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So I've been away for a while.
I've missed you kids a lot.
I've been using my Philosophy class as time to write, so updates soon.
Currently I am seated in my university's library working on my second cup of coffee for the day.
Which is all I've had as far as nourishment. Yay for too much caffeine on an empty stomach.
I couldn't wake up today. I've been in a haze since 6am.
Here's something I wrote on a whim a few months ago. Hope it tides you over until I can type up the new stuff for "Situation Hopeless" and "Late Flight and Lost Luggage". Enjoy! :
"You know what I like about you?" He was reclined against the windshield of a mid-size sedan parked on the top level of an abandoned parking garage with a half empty beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette burned almost to the filter in the other.
"No Lloyd, I don’t. Why not humor me with it?" She didn’t lift her head to respond. Her gaze had been set on the distant horizon of suburbia for a while now and any comment he had to make wasn’t worth leaving the scenery to acknowledge.
"You’re responsible Kat. That’s what I like about you. Al-ways so… responsible." His voice slurred and he slouched further down the hood.
The cigarette dipped in her fingers as she paused midway to her mouth to look at him. He was slender, with hair the same dull shade of auburn as her own. They shared similar features having both favored their father’s side of the family, but his eyes were blue. They were an icy blue-gray, like their father. She squinted to study him in the dim light, he was drunk.
"Shut up Lloyd." She said before lifting her cigarette the rest of the way to her mouth. She took a drag, sighing as she exhaled the smoke a moment later, this was how they spent their time.
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Sort of autobiographical. Exchange the names for mine and my brother's and the location for my parents' back yard and you've got the summers of my formative years.
I've missed you kids a lot.
I've been using my Philosophy class as time to write, so updates soon.
Currently I am seated in my university's library working on my second cup of coffee for the day.
Which is all I've had as far as nourishment. Yay for too much caffeine on an empty stomach.
I couldn't wake up today. I've been in a haze since 6am.
Here's something I wrote on a whim a few months ago. Hope it tides you over until I can type up the new stuff for "Situation Hopeless" and "Late Flight and Lost Luggage". Enjoy! :
"You know what I like about you?" He was reclined against the windshield of a mid-size sedan parked on the top level of an abandoned parking garage with a half empty beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette burned almost to the filter in the other.
"No Lloyd, I don’t. Why not humor me with it?" She didn’t lift her head to respond. Her gaze had been set on the distant horizon of suburbia for a while now and any comment he had to make wasn’t worth leaving the scenery to acknowledge.
"You’re responsible Kat. That’s what I like about you. Al-ways so… responsible." His voice slurred and he slouched further down the hood.
The cigarette dipped in her fingers as she paused midway to her mouth to look at him. He was slender, with hair the same dull shade of auburn as her own. They shared similar features having both favored their father’s side of the family, but his eyes were blue. They were an icy blue-gray, like their father. She squinted to study him in the dim light, he was drunk.
"Shut up Lloyd." She said before lifting her cigarette the rest of the way to her mouth. She took a drag, sighing as she exhaled the smoke a moment later, this was how they spent their time.
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Sort of autobiographical. Exchange the names for mine and my brother's and the location for my parents' back yard and you've got the summers of my formative years.
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