one door closed
noël has pearl earrings. she wears fishnets to weddings, but not on her legs; over her eyes. She doesn’t have eyes actually, she has green circles on red. bloodshot invitations. noël has an eeyore sticker on the back of her head. What’s it doing there?
noël was walking along a curb, a lot of handholding going on. she has red lipstick. and the lipstick got all over her teeth as she bit into her smile. life is meant to be looked at through love eyes. noël doesn’t have eyes. she has green circles on red. but he still found the back route of her maze, as the green and red are invitations. he planted that eeyore sticker on the back of her head. so she was tracing over the curb, and then she fell, mid-red-lips ticked-smile, and mid-step, she tripped over him as he unintentionally placed his body in her way. and the rest is history.
im starting to enjoy more and more those punch lines i never deliver.
"you're welcome to stay tonight...you can eat more of our grape jelly."
and i walk away to leave two laughing in the kitchen. wicked.
one door opened
you lose inspiration when the thing you draw it from is gone.
when the source is gone.
tarajoy: a lot of handholding
posted by tarajoy at 10/26/2006 01:53:00 PM
3 Comments:
right now i'm worried about the same thing. i think.
that i'm going to lose something very important to me. like it's just a matter of time, because i deserve it, and it'll come for something close to me.
if we got everything we deserved..imagine what it would be like.
i think about that all the time.
and i really like that first paragraph, it has "oomf".
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