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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 3:26 pm
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Perfect Poison
Shining like pale moonlight, she descends upon the masses. Tall and pale, ghost like. Her name meant misery, her life, a meaning all her own. Desdemona, the misery child.
She exits her apartment late at night and wanders the streets, looking for a way to set herself free. The clubs are packed wall to wall as the pulsating music rocks her fragile frame. People buy her drinks, fruity and stale, hoping to get close to her. Yet she turns them away, her interest is in the smoke filled corner.
The corner held her people, the loners, the stoners. She walked slowly to them, begging to be let into their cloudy haven. They draw her in slowly as one gets her needle ready. Seated between people, they ready her. Her arm out and tied off, they inject her perfect poison, her special brand of heroin.
Suddenly, the misery child is full of life again. She dances to the music, her fragile frame suddenly stronger as she drinks down the previously ignored drinks. Her mind reels at the thought of never having to leave this place, the poison running through her veins.
But the night is over before it really began and the room emptied, people going to the empty streets to head back to the real world. Desdemona is among them, her poison wearing out.
Looking at the people around her, the misery child falls back into herself as she sees the people coming back to themselves. All they can think about is sleeps sweet embrace, and the hangovers they are bound to feel when the sun rises to show them their true selves.
And Desdemona thinks. She thinks about her life as it has been, and about her perfect poison. Her body aches for more, wanting one more embrace of its cool grip on her heart.
The next night, Desdemona is nowhere to be found. Her apartment is empty, the fruity and stale drinks un-noticed. Her smoky corner bare. Her perfect poison is all gone. All that’s left is a freshly dug grave with a headstone that read, “Here lies Desdemona, the misery child. Forever now with her perfect poison.”
((this is the short story I wrote for my english class))
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:22 pm
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Ok... this might seem really wrong of me, but I can't help it. I'm falling back in love with my ex, the one who dated my so called best friend. we have started talking on line, and every night when we say good night, I want to say "Love you" and mean it, but I never say it...
I want to date him again, but I want to take it slow, since I'm scared about one thing. I don't want to get to attached right away to him, since he said he might be going to Kenya, in Africa, for a year starting in January. I'm wanting to, but not wanting to get into a serious relationship with him, since I don't know what will happen when he is there.
And whenever I tell my friends that knew me during the time of the break-up, they keep saying the same thing, they sigh, say my name, then tell me not to date him, but I can't help what my heart wants!
Any advice? I'm going CRAZY!!!!!
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:27 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 2:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 8:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 5:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 9:56 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:58 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 3:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:03 am
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Went to Chicago with my family to see Wicked. Loved it, and it is coming to Indy in June, and I might get to go again, but the tickets are soooo expensive!! But its a show that is worth going to see at least once!
I got a new car. its a 4 door 96 Ford Torus, white, low milage, nice seats, lots of trunk space, so when I go visit Elari at school next semester, which she knows I will do at some point, I will actually have room in my car to give my friends a ride places.
I just had a weird dream last night as well. I was sitting in the park with my friends, and I looked around and saw this guy, I'll call him S, who I think I may like as more than a friend walk over to us. I turned away, cause another friend said something to me when I felt S place his hands on either side of my head and tilt it back, kissing my forehead. I blinked and he asked me if I wanted to go out with him. I said yes and he kissed my lips, then let me return my head to normal as he rested his head against my shoulder and joined into the conversation. S is over 6 feet tall... this whole concept in my mind didn't work, but I woke wishing I could go back to sleep... or that it would happen, since I have been know to dream something before it happens...
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:00 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:35 pm
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Another work rant, but not about my usual pain for once.... It's about three other people. When your shift is about to end, you have a few things that need to be done to help the closer, the person there till the last customer leaves. Those things are fill your ice chests, clean your popcorn warmer, count down your cups and bags, restock your candy drawer, fill your napkin and straw dispenser, and fill your lid holder. If that's done, and there is nothing the closer or a manager wants them to do, they get their money counted out and they get to leave. Does that seem very hard to you? It's not. Then why is it that out of 4 people, excluding me, back there, only 3 got their ice done, 1 got their napkins done, 1 got their straws done, 2 got their lids done, and I was there about half an hour later than scheduled finishing up their sloppy work? If that happens again, I will get evil, and I don't normally do evil
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 7:46 pm
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