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" why college sucked "
- And there you are, sitting in class waiting with your large blank spread of note paper in your sights. The quiet still of the room’s silence broken only by the white-noise sound of a thousand pencils composing.
The girl you love sits up and to the right of you. She looks beautiful today; short hair done up in a kerchief pinned with some clips, no makeup except some light eyeliner, spaghetti strap tank. Look at those shoulder freckles, you think to yourself before thinking that you’re going to pass out.
She has a blue gas jacket on which sags and hangs at her elbows, a black pleated skirt which sits at the cliffs of her knees and shroud her long beautiful beautiful legs. Simple ankle socks and some mary-janes. These are the things that make people crazy; looking that good without trying at all.
And she sits there working on her creative writing, probably coming up with some of the most revelatory, complex, and altogether consuming passages, while you sit with your blank piece of nothing, inventing nothing but bits of spurious fictionless poison.
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" for the love of cicely "
- You’re in love with her.
Cicely; her name reminds you of spices and far off places, of that show in the 90’s Northern Exposure, and of sweet summer sweat.
You met her when she was 16 and the first thing she said to you, was that you are the most interesting person she had ever met. You both stood on the street and stared at squirrels eating nuts that you two fed to them.
And even though you both share a great many things in common, one of them is not shrinking heads in a hoojoo-type manner and selling the shrunken heads on the Guatemalan black market.
Even though you think to yourself that she is insane, you also remember that you are in love with her.
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" of dark matter and the tea-shop girl "
- You see her once in a while, walking around, or shopping, or in line at the local theatre.
Today, she sits in the tea shop, alone, wearing a beige overcoat and reading a red covered book.
Everytime you see her, you wonder what kind of things does she like to do. You wonder silently to yourself, through the large window pane, if she could ever like a boy like you.
She flips pages like she is slowly waiting for each word to anchor in her bright mind, before setting off on another voyage to fill in the image. She wears an assortment of different rings on each of her fingers; some shiny, metal, some big and jelly-colored.
She laughs to herself in a little inward chuckle, and you think that you might crumble in a pile right there at the window. You decide to go inside and sit down.
You choose the table where she’s sitting and you introduce yourself. She smiles at you and asks what you name is.
A nature like this doesn’t repeat itself very often.
Tonight you will drink tea together and laugh and you will share with her that since dark matter in the known and distant universe is expanding, causing the rapid deterioration of what we know as the galaxy, she should go to the movies with you.
Because of these intergalactic facts and limited time frame, you two must fall in love right then and never have a second doubt about each other again.
You will kiss her on her cantelope lips in the teashop, and your heart will flutter while she pulls away with a wide smile which shines. You feel elated and think to yourself, thank god for the death of the universe, now romance has a chance to survive.
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