Oh wow, Victor. I think I know her. Masterfully done.
Gracias. It's all part of ... something. Don't know what yet.
You've got my support. Just think of me as...as your... You know, I'm searching for 'supportive things' and I'm coming up all bras.
Xander ,'Empty Places'
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victor infante - Oct 19, 2004 11:24:54 am PDT #7538 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Allyson - Oct 19, 2004 11:29:53 am PDT #7539 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
“Call me Allyson, please. But never Ally. I hate that.”
I CALL SHOUTOUT!
Wheeeee!
Pix - Oct 19, 2004 11:33:00 am PDT #7540 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Deb, insent.
Allyson, what is that from? Did I miss it earlier in the thread?
§ ita § - Oct 19, 2004 11:33:21 am PDT #7541 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It's from erika's story.
Liese S. - Oct 19, 2004 11:38:51 am PDT #7542 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
It's all part of ... something. Don't know what yet.
Say book, say book, say book...
victor infante - Oct 19, 2004 12:03:22 pm PDT #7543 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
The making of friends and the influencing of people continues in my Gotpoetry.com column:
Only an idiot would want to be a writer
I'll drive people away from a career in writing yet!
erikaj - Oct 19, 2004 12:09:11 pm PDT #7544 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Guilty as charged, Allyson.
deborah grabien - Oct 19, 2004 2:19:33 pm PDT #7545 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I cannot think of a single "fateful" encounter with a person that I recognized at the time, nor one I remember so clearly that I can describe it later.
Jeez, really? I assume every encounter I have is potentially fateful, at the very least heavily impactive, and then I weed them out later.
I love my memories. I keep them polished and shining and very very sharp. They make me happy, or miserable, but they never bore me and they never let me go hungry.
victor infante - Oct 19, 2004 2:33:55 pm PDT #7546 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Say book, say book, say book...
More of a longer, prose-poem fusion thing. I'm putting out a new chapbook in January or so, tentatively called "InBetween Days," and whatever the final product is will end up there.
Liese S. - Oct 19, 2004 2:40:49 pm PDT #7547 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Okay. That would make me sufficiently happy.