she_is_my_addiction
insane drunken monkey
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- Sep 4, 2004
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I have ways of finding people who steal my work.
So I need a little input here...........................
It didn’t matter that the sun was still as bright as it had been just two months ago. The wind had already changed. The mutation was brief, an hour of leaves swirling at my flip-flop adorned feet made to seem like a simple moment in passing. I smoked without abandon, one after another, sitting next to the loading ramp, watching little bumps form on my pale arms as the wind picked up. I’d tried all summer to develop at least a halfhearted tan, but the result was nothing more than a faded line where my tank top ended and bare flesh began.
I lit another cigarette, my eyes squinting into the late afternoon sunlight before I allowed Maya’s image to appear in my mind. She was older than me only by a year and a half, but she’d had the ability to make me feel thirteen again. I suppose she was a summer love, though it started long before bikinis and beach picnics were the season staple. She moved from South Carolina, a place I had never seen, but associated with palm trees and five dollar manicures you could from little shops scattered here and there.
I’d finished high school in December, just days after my seventeenth birthday. Beginning with the summer after eighth grade, I took rigorous courses at the high school and college level, intent on constantly pleasing my parents. I never intended to graduate early, but my work paid off and before I knew it, I was through with high school. To put it mildly, I had nothing to do.
~~~~ Okay thats all I have so far.....is it worth continuing? Anything I need to change? Something I should add?
So I need a little input here...........................
It didn’t matter that the sun was still as bright as it had been just two months ago. The wind had already changed. The mutation was brief, an hour of leaves swirling at my flip-flop adorned feet made to seem like a simple moment in passing. I smoked without abandon, one after another, sitting next to the loading ramp, watching little bumps form on my pale arms as the wind picked up. I’d tried all summer to develop at least a halfhearted tan, but the result was nothing more than a faded line where my tank top ended and bare flesh began.
I lit another cigarette, my eyes squinting into the late afternoon sunlight before I allowed Maya’s image to appear in my mind. She was older than me only by a year and a half, but she’d had the ability to make me feel thirteen again. I suppose she was a summer love, though it started long before bikinis and beach picnics were the season staple. She moved from South Carolina, a place I had never seen, but associated with palm trees and five dollar manicures you could from little shops scattered here and there.
I’d finished high school in December, just days after my seventeenth birthday. Beginning with the summer after eighth grade, I took rigorous courses at the high school and college level, intent on constantly pleasing my parents. I never intended to graduate early, but my work paid off and before I knew it, I was through with high school. To put it mildly, I had nothing to do.
~~~~ Okay thats all I have so far.....is it worth continuing? Anything I need to change? Something I should add?