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As she placed her manicured hand onto the telephone she hesitated. It wasn't the sudden realisation that her cherry red nail polish was an exact match with the cherry red of her vintage phone. although she did of course notice that. It was instead the hesitation of one who does not wish to make a call but receive one: she was willing the phone to ring.
She pretended to be bored. She lay back onto her classic 1950s day-bed and her hair fanned across the faux zebra over-stuffed cushion: her shiny, just-styled rita-red hair self-arranged just so; her capri pants rose slightly on her waxed smooth ankles and her
by ~sybarita
monkeys and youspider monkeys are fruigivorous. however, fixing your monkey a fruit-based cocktail is not recommended. giving your monkey the fruit from your cocktail or other alcoholic beverage is also not recommended. the aftermath of a drunken monkey spree is not something that should be experienced by the faint of heart.monkeys and you
spider monkeys are arboreal. this means they rarely venture to the ground. you should bear this in mind when attempting to conduct a conversation with your monkey as it may result in severe neck strain and repeated shouting of questions. you may also find you receive many missiles to the head if the monkey gets bored or jus
by ~sybarita
realmsi can't stop the precipitation.realms
i tried to stem the tide but the feeling of water softly lapping at my ankles, cooling me, soothing me was too addictive, too seductive, too much of what i wanted.
in the guise of a hostile weather front it is the refreshing oxygen of hope and rejuvination.
in the realm of hope's provided it gave and gave and gave and gives and gives and gives. gives to me as i give.
the wind was strong, so strong my breath was stolen by it, became a part of its destruction & creation. for once we are on the cliff looking down onto the foamy, choppy waters it is something new
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recognize, womanI lived in a small abode, about three feet by two feet. Or so it seemed. Barely room for my feet, let alone the feet of others to share in such limited space.recognize, woman
In childhood I would seek a refuge in a space beneath the kitchen counter where, normally, the tumble dryer was housed. On days when it was pulled out into the middle of the kitchen, its curtained emptiness would entice me to enter this shelter. I would sit next to the pans, hearing the whir of the absent machine, smelling the clean warmth emitted from the pipe poked out the window to release the lint. And I would live there. Momentarily. In my cave.
That tumb
by ~sybarita
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- Interests: the duality of culture and society. shouldn't be dual but that's the way it's put together
- Favourite movie: memories, light the corners of my mind...misty watercolour memories....of the way we were
- Favourite band or musician: barbara streisand; john zorn; sibelius; ella; joni; morricone; belly
- Favourite genre of music: good
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- Favourite style of art: pin up
- Operating System: sterile, with sibelius playing while i perform the operation
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- Shell of choice: those where you can 'hear' the ocean
- Wallpaper of choice: flocked
- Skin of choice: soft, & warm
- Favourite cartoon character: daffy; betty; ralph wiggum; milhouse; grrr
- Personal Quote: don't rain on my parade
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