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Laura Elaine - 2004-10-21 22:10:51
And what of the possibility that she's recently UNemployed and yet painfully tripping her way through another questionable year of college (which she has not attended in four years due to an overly unromantic befuddling of boys on bikes detaining her from her ultimate dream of writing) and the past few nights she has not had much need for studying... So she heads out to see an old (mind you, 33 years older), rather eratic friend with whom she can throw back a few Whiskeys at the local shit-hole in the wall bar and make every single sentence rhyme (AND make sense, mind you) without a blink of an eye. Obviously reluctant drive home after having been bought another drink by every toothless patron within the entire 'establishment,' she allows her older, slightly tweeked of mind companion to take her back to his place where she might recite Dylan Thomas or W. H. Auden at her liesure (stumbling only once in awhile after her second bottle of hard liquor and on the occasion that she's allowed his filterless cigarettes to burn the soft space of her fingers). And without a wink of sleep throughout the night, with such wonderous words whispering at her every footfall, she quietly quits this place; this place so filled with years of experience, with dusted books which peak the very end of her pointed mind, with intellectual musings coupled with the heightened granduer of her laughter and oh! the wonders of such mental stimulation! She gently combs back her hair, fiddles with her bag in search of a piece of gum which defines pure rapture after having slugged back so many whiskey's, escapes back to her apartment and wonders to herself, 'Who IS that man and is he going to pounce?'
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