tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12323022270541094172024-03-13T23:25:33.953-07:00Allie Summers - Writer ExtraordinaireA compilation of new and old stories, poems, and editorials.
Please enjoy with an open mind.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-81975625383674619852011-05-17T01:21:00.001-07:002011-05-17T01:23:10.555-07:00lucid dreamingmy heart is in my stomach<br />'cause i ate love for dinner<br />and you are like a prize<br />and i am all a winner<br /><br />we touch with words<br />and hands<br />and feet<br />and sometimes still<br />our mouths will meet<br /><br />and words flow in<br />and sighs flow out<br />i wonder what<br />this poem's about?<br /><br />so sleep deprived<br />so full of sun<br />your warmth, because<br />you are the one<br /><br />burning hot<br />desire can be<br />but it won't hurt<br />when felt simply<br /><br />i hear the frogs<br />and stars i see<br />but i'm not where<br />i want to be<br /><br />and so i sit<br />and rhyme and dream<br />and think of things<br />not as they seem<br /><br />and wistfully<br />i see a life<br />where i have kids<br />and i'm a wife<br /><br />i smile all day<br />though i am sleepy<br />and arms hold tight<br />when i am weepy<br /><br />and arms hold tight<br />when i am glad<br />and calm me down<br />when i am mad<br /><br />mais c'est facile<br />to dream like this<br />but it's not real<br />and you, i miss.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-65094771685031768352011-04-26T22:58:00.004-07:002011-04-26T23:18:46.220-07:00Je l'amour de la loveAnd so you say <i>tu aime cette chose</i>,<br />"I want you to take off your clothes"<br />And when you speak your mouth <i>est rose</i><br />And words spill out - unraveled bows<br /><br />And I love you <i>juste comme ça</i><br />And though I must remove your bra<br />(Your eyes stare deep and ask "<i>C'est quoi?"</i>)<br />The fear in you I know I saw<br /><br />Excitement, too<br />And <i>nous sommes deux</i><br />Becoming one<br /><i>être un</i><br /><br />And <i>je ne sais pas</i><br />And oo la la<br />And so it goes<br />And hold that pose<br /><br />So love me dearly like you do<br />And stare at me with eyes <i>trés bleu</i><br />And I will keep you always, true -<br />For all time, <i>attend pour vous</i>Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-38224369897823657242011-04-22T20:54:00.001-07:002011-04-22T20:54:45.969-07:00RecipeHow to make love (serves two)<br /><br />First add some love, then add some more<br />With nervousness and lust galore<br /><br />2 heaping cups of youthful breasts<br />And strong minds that passed the tests<br /><br />Stirred emotions<br />and waves like oceans<br /><br />Spoon at the end<br />And hold your friend<br /><br />~ Eat while hot ~Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-13869166474665872962011-04-22T20:53:00.000-07:002011-04-22T20:54:11.722-07:00Sexopening<br /><br /><br />her mind, her heart, her legs<br /><br />fertilizing eggs.<br /><br />laying like the dregs<br /><br />in the bottom of a coffee cup.<br /><br /><br />drank up, used up, used.<br /><br />pleasured and abused.<br /><br />a snapdragon popped.<br /><br />an electric current stopped.<br /><br />legs akimbo<br /><br />she is a bimbo.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-41263746588662411442011-03-15T20:26:00.002-07:002011-03-15T20:27:42.021-07:00PerspectiveWe like to know that we can do without<br />That less is more<br />That half empty is really half full<br /><br />But how do we know what is enough<br />When we were born complete<br />And ready to face the day<br /><br />If only we could see<br />How much we really have/halveAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-29907439563575898442011-02-13T12:00:00.001-08:002011-02-13T12:08:30.661-08:00Productivity/ProcrastinationThis will go up later.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-40705133216767516662011-02-13T11:50:00.000-08:002011-02-13T11:51:06.527-08:00Gendered<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3c3G2d4cfYg/TVg2CpTcbMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/t1vpbyp3oZw/s1600/venn%2B1.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3c3G2d4cfYg/TVg2CpTcbMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/t1vpbyp3oZw/s400/venn%2B1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573263957946035394" /></a>Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-29298000998499012302011-02-13T11:40:00.001-08:002011-02-13T11:41:30.442-08:00ROYGBI<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzOsoWKm9vQ/TVgz5FW_WxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6-ZMh0SNLUQ/s1600/graph%2B5.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzOsoWKm9vQ/TVgz5FW_WxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6-ZMh0SNLUQ/s400/graph%2B5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573261594655152914" /></a>Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-43223100728690251212011-02-13T11:19:00.000-08:002011-02-13T11:21:28.654-08:00Intelligence/Happiness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTpo_98f6zo/TVgu4pxVLXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/szexc6S6Jcg/s1600/graph%2B3.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTpo_98f6zo/TVgu4pxVLXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/szexc6S6Jcg/s400/graph%2B3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573256089691303282" /></a>Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-29992306829291948782011-02-13T11:10:00.000-08:002011-02-13T11:12:19.258-08:00Perfection<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsZryOEaa0Q/TVgtA51QdDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oUnXyDqaxH4/s1600/graph%2Bfor%2Bnarexis.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsZryOEaa0Q/TVgtA51QdDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oUnXyDqaxH4/s400/graph%2Bfor%2Bnarexis.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573254032418436146" /></a>Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-43301422559015757112011-02-13T11:09:00.000-08:002011-02-13T11:10:22.129-08:00Promiscuity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EoLheukYLQ/TVgseH9CbMI/AAAAAAAAADw/oiJjLq6li9Y/s1600/narexis%2Bgraph%2B2.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EoLheukYLQ/TVgseH9CbMI/AAAAAAAAADw/oiJjLq6li9Y/s400/narexis%2Bgraph%2B2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573253434913746114" /></a>Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-66918557231935297072011-02-03T15:45:00.007-08:002011-02-03T16:08:08.310-08:00FlightYour silence is too audible<br />It grates upon my ears<br />And when I look into your eyes<br />I see my own worst fears<br /><br />I see the times that you weren't there<br />So visibly absent<br />And when you hold me in your arms<br />I know that I resent<br /><br />The flowers that you gave me<br />The necklace round my neck<br />The way you kiss me as you leave<br />A single hurried peck<br /><br />Your heart beats slow and steady<br />Mine flutters like a bird<br />It's trapped within my ribcage<br />Its chirping never heard<br /><br />So long since you have seen me<br />Yet I cross your path each day<br />This day-to-day denial<br />In your stony stoic way<br /><br />But I want love and wonder<br />Someone to know my mind<br />A man that loves me deeply<br />A man that's smart and kind<br /><br />He'd ask me how my day was<br />And take from me my bags<br />To him I'd be so special<br />Not just a wife who nags<br /><br />Or maybe I'll just get a dog<br />And walk him every day<br />He'd love me unconditionally<br />And we would often play<br /><br />A dog would keep me warm at night<br />And be a lovely friend<br />A dog is a great listener<br />My broken heart would mend<br /><br />But maybe I can be alone<br />And all I need is me<br />Some solitude and freedom<br />Some real autonomy<br /><br />I could enjoy my company<br />And do just as I like<br />I could take a mid-day nap<br />Or do a morning hike<br /><br />I could read a book straight through<br />Or head off to the mall<br />I could take a bubble bath<br />Or watch the tree's leaves fall<br /><br />Yes, that's just what I'll do<br />I need some time for me<br />And then when I am all alone<br />I'll simply, truly, be.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-79045444827140793792011-02-03T07:51:00.004-08:002011-02-03T08:09:40.389-08:00Punch HappyPunch punched Judy in the face;<br />Judy punched Punch with a can full of mace.<br />Punch poured punch on Judy's head;<br />Judy poisoned juice and wished Punch dead.<br /><br />Punch hit Judy judiciously;<br />Judy fought back with pent up glee.<br />Punch pulled back and hit Judy square;<br />Judy screamed "OUCH!" and pulled Punch's hair.<br /><br />Punch strangled Judy - her eyes about to pop -<br />Simon came along and told them to stop!<br />Judy didn't listen 'cause he didn't say his name;<br />Haven't you ever played that game?<br /><br />Punch got fooled and stopped right away;<br />But Simon had already entered the fray.<br />Judy punched Simon and Simon fought back,<br />Punch smartened up and gave him a whack!<br /><br />Fighting and yelling and thrashing about,<br />Each hit would make them scream or shout.<br />The three of them tussled and tumbled around,<br />A sillier group would never be found.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-66576042535694433782011-02-02T20:30:00.003-08:002011-02-02T21:10:40.941-08:00Two Halves Make a Hole in the HeartIf "lonely" is a dish best shared,<br />Then why is it with you I'm paired?<br /><br />"Euphoria" leaves a dirty taste;<br />No longer how this love is based.<br /><br />Now it's secrets, stalking cats.<br />Why must you wear so many hats?<br /><br />And sunglasses, and newspapers -<br />And on your arm, the shes and hers.<br /><br />So though we're bound (and manacled),<br />The bond that ties us has been pulled<br /><br />And stretched, and stretched, about to break -<br />This life of ours is our mistake.<br /><br />And so I free you, from this strife:<br />Release you from your bitter wife.<br /><br />Rescind your hasty "Oh, I do",<br />And give up all the things you knew,<br /><br />For loneliness is hard to bear,<br />When someone near should truly care.<br /><br />Lone, but happy, I will be,<br />When you are strangely far from me.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-77595212098272716742011-01-29T22:08:00.004-08:002011-01-29T22:19:55.154-08:00To Sleep, Perchance to Feel Better in the MorningAnd in the agony of night,<br />When all your happy thoughts take flight,<br /><br />You want to see the better half;<br />How dearly you would like to laugh!<br /><br />You hold yourself with fists clenched tight,<br />And hope for hope with all your might -<br /><br />And in the quiet empty dark,<br />(Inside your fists nails make their mark),<br /><br />You strain to hear some happiness;<br />You want to hear the sound of bliss.<br /><br />The heavy feeling presses down,<br />And in dark thoughts you slowly drown...<br /><br />Escaping to a deep abyss,<br />You think of all the things you miss,<br /><br />Filled with bad, yet empty too -<br />You aren't quite sure what you should do.<br /><br />And so you put some music on,<br />And as you stifle back a yawn,<br /><br />You wrap yourself in blankets deep<br />And let yourself succumb to sleep.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-61557083100898973822011-01-22T15:18:00.003-08:002011-01-22T15:23:05.017-08:00A Lively EpidemicLife is a disease<br />That does affect us all<br />Some symptoms surely show themselves<br />And suddenly we fall.<br /><br />Life ensures we're dying;<br />We feel it every day.<br />But we forget the <strong>meaning</strong><br />And we forget to say:<br /><br />This day, it could be my last!<br />This day I thrill to BE!<br />My time alive is limited,<br />But so far I am free<br /><br />To learn and love as I see fit,<br />To rejoice in the world;<br />Amazement truly strikes me,<br />As options are unfurled.<br /><br />All chances must be taken,<br />All mistakes soon forgot,<br />All good in me is nourished,<br />And demons swiftly fought.<br /><br />So seize your life in both your hands,<br />One chances is all we've got!<br />Seek out opportunity<br />and give life your best shot.<br /><br />Though dying we are still alive,<br />Don't hate mortality;<br />Remember that this is your time,<br />And live accordingly.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-35057490163392660032011-01-22T15:17:00.004-08:002011-01-27T06:13:05.926-08:00MaddeningSlowly we are going crazy,<br />Slowly we will go insane.<br />Try to keep your thoughts together<br />(there really isn’t much to gain).<br /><br />Let them run and jump about!<br />(Some notions run amock);<br />And when you let the crazies start<br />You know you’ll have good luck.<br /><br />Uncensored thoughts are novel – <br />How freeing it can be!<br />I know that you’ll be happy – <br />Embrace insanity!<br /><br />Making sense is not much fun<br />And making chaos matters;<br />Upset the buckets in your mind<br />As all sense spills and scatters.<br /><br />A bomb of inspiration<br />Explodes inside your head;<br />And as the merry thoughts ensue,<br />You’ll realize you’re not dead.<br /><br />Don’t fight it, let it happen!<br />Loosening of the mind.<br />Let the shackles slip right off – <br />Enlightenment you’ll find.<br /><br />Sit there in a stew of thoughts<br />And stir the pot some more.<br />Disorganize all order,<br />Disrupt the thoughts you store!<br /><br />Being sane won’t get you far,<br />And being bored can kill.<br />So let the madness take you,<br />And take you where it will.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-25997379318181752312011-01-22T09:00:00.004-08:002011-01-30T07:01:01.649-08:00Cleft PalateThe skies do cry,<br />Say, "<span style="font-style:italic;">Il fait pleut</span>"<br />And loves will die,<br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Fermez les yeux</span>"<br />And when I sigh,<br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Ne soyez pas bleu</span>"<br />And I'll belie,<br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">C'est vous je veux</span>".<br /><br />So make me scream,<br />Shout, "<span style="font-style:italic;">Oh mon Dieu!</span>"<br />And when I dream<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Je vois nous deux</span><br />And as we age<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Nous sommes vieux</span><br />But love me still<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Je suis mieux</span>.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-49976765724993745982011-01-16T13:15:00.004-08:002011-01-16T13:33:14.018-08:00Fruitful PonderingsYou must be freakin' kidding me!<br />Fresh squeezed orange juice too?<br />That fancy shit is just for people<br />Too lazy to chew!<br /><br />An orange slice ground up in your mouth<br />It will expel some juice<br />The freshest juice you've ever had<br />Or are you too obtuse<br /><br />To realize that you waste your time<br />With shopping and with stress<br />With buying things and feeling like<br />You need another dress.<br /><br />That fancy shampoo that you buy<br />Cleans just like rest<br />Although you feel much freer,<br />Do realize you're oppressed<br /><br />Your objects they do own you<br />Your couch controls your life<br />It defines your actions<br />And causes needless strife.<br /><br />You buy that car because it's cool<br />You need those shoes because they're neat<br />But $90 bucks for footwear<br />Is crazy for your feet.<br /><br />They teach us that we need these things<br />That stuff will make us happy<br />And then we are all mixed up<br />When rich life still feels crappy.<br /><br />Gold will make you shiny<br />And make your fingers glisten<br />But it won't help you make real friends<br />Or make your children listen.<br /><br />It's all a scam, a money-grab;<br />They trick you, can't you see?<br />They make you think you need these things,<br />But best in life is free.<br /><br />Sunsets and sweet kisses,<br />Will seldom cost a cent,<br />And when you don't buy stupid shit<br />You'll have cash left for rent.<br /><br />Society is deep in debt, <br />but that's just half the deal<br />We get lost with wanting<br />And soon forget what's real.<br /><br />That t-shirt, it can't hug you<br />And furniture can't talk<br />Nice shrubbery won't be your friend<br />Alone through life you'll walk<br /><br />Be real, make your own damn juice,<br />And keep things simple sweet,<br />Focus on the ones you love,<br />On people that you meet.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-10157668853728485502011-01-16T12:52:00.003-08:002011-01-16T13:14:38.809-08:00Je love vousRoll new words along my tongue<br />Or hold them in my hand<br />Let them float on water<br />Or plant them in the sand<br /><br />Your language sounds so lovely<br />When whispered in my ear<br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">D'accord</span>" and sweet "<span style="font-style:italic;">Je t'aime</span>"<br />Are what I like to hear<br /><br />What is the real difference<br />between "<span style="font-style:italic;">connais</span>" and "<span style="font-style:italic;">sais</span>"?<br />And when I speak improperly,<br />please tell me the right way.<br /><br />Words explode like lightning bolts<br />lighting up my mind.<br />New words are possibilities;<br />Seek - what will I find?<br /><br />You tell me, "<span style="font-style:italic;">Ah, les femmes!</span>"<br />I know that you just tease.<br />But when you speak those words to me<br />I weaken in the knees.<br /><br />So kiss me in the English way,<br />And kiss me like the French,<br />Call me your <span style="font-style:italic;">petite amie</span>,<br />Or pretty, sexy wench.<br /><br />Or if the words should fail you,<br />Just look into my eyes;<br />Your face will tell me everything<br />And I will realize<br /><br />That words are pretty useful<br />And sound quite lovely, true;<br />But some languages are silent<br />And pass from me to you<br /><br />And you to me, and me to you<br />And back and forth they go<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Sans </span>words we do converse<br />And both of us will know<br /><br />That some love has no language<br />That can be heard aloud<br />And sometimes words can hide this<br />They shield and they enshroud<br /><br />They cover up real meaning<br />by seeking to explain<br />Words distort the picture<br />Like viewing through the rain<br /><br />So look at me quite closely<br />And close your ears to sound<br />And see what's right in front of you:<br />The lovely girl you've found.<br /><br />No words can tell you how I feel<br />"I love you" or "<span style="font-style:italic;">J'adore</span>"<br />Do not clearly tell you<br />You're who I'm looking for.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-71559875562994810692011-01-15T06:43:00.003-08:002011-01-16T12:52:30.243-08:00Word NerdsA word nerd met a word nerd<br />And they met love together<br />Lust did join their party too<br />with lace and lots of leather<br /><br />"Vernacular" and "scintillate"<br />were cried into the night<br />The word nerds, they lit up the sky<br />with words that were so bright<br /><br />"Encapsulate me in your arms!"<br />"Embalm me in your kisses!"<br />The words nerds used such lovely words -<br />but there were near-misses:<br /><br />"Awesomer" is not a word, <br />no matter what you think,<br />"Bonerific" might sound cute<br />but wash it down the sink.<br /><br />For language is a pretty thing<br />that must be used with care,<br />some ugly words that don't exist<br />may catch you unaware.<br /><br />So fornicate and make sweet love,<br />And language don't abuse!<br />Be forever careful of<br />the words you choose to use.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-25819312047786861212011-01-15T06:36:00.002-08:002011-01-15T06:39:45.221-08:00Life, Love, LiesWeaving, wandering, wondering wife<br />boastfully banters<br />while wielding a <br />knife. Niceties nonexistent,<br />words were whipped westward -<br />hitting him, her husband;<br />betraying bastard, bleeding, bleating...<br />suddenly sorry, self-consciously seething. Seeping self-doubt,<br />perfectly pouting, perfidious pig,<br />shouting, shouting. She shines, shameless, show-down<br />complete. Corruption conquered; killed - <br />a fine feat.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-85724838686898563182010-12-13T02:18:00.011-08:002010-12-13T03:18:02.123-08:00Loretta and Lizzie"Oh Loretta, it's marvelous, isn't it?"<br />"It is Lizzie, it most definitely is."<br />"Do you think mother will like it?"<br />"Oh no, it's not her thing at all."<br />"Fabulous. I was hoping you'd say that."<br /><br />As Lizzie purchased the gaudy coat that her mother would most certainly not approve of, Loretta looked at the garish baubles that were also for sale. <br /><br />The coat paid for, the two walked out into the rain; Loretta hummed "Moon River" while Lizzie skipped in and out of the puddles.<br /><br />"Lizzie, what should we have for a snack d'ya think?"<br />"I want cheese and crackers."<br />"Can you make me some too?"<br />"Yep."<br /><br />The two girls had lived together for 4 months now, in a loft above a convenience store (really, living above the store was the <span style="font-style:italic;">height</span> of convenience. Loretta and Elizabeth were sisters; they had just moved to Montreal in the fall and were thoroughly enjoying themselves, despite the fact that schoolwork tried to distract them from their earthly pleasures.<br /><br />Loretta was seeing a young chap called David, and although he really wasn't the sort of guy she saw herself settling down with, he was taller than her and had a penchant for buying her flowers - two qualities that made Loretta incapable of dismissing him. Lizzie thought the whole situation silly, but of course, she wasn't seeing anyone herself so maybe it was just jealousy or not understanding.<br /><br />Once at the loft the girls peeled off their raincoats and Lizzie began assembling two plates with sliced marble cheddar and triscuits. <br /><br />"Lorrie", (Lizzie's nickname for Loretta), "have you seen the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother? It's frightfully good."<br />"Let's watch it then."<br />"But I've already seen it!"<br />"I know you want to watch it again."<br /><br />The girls wedged themselves onto their couch with blankets, pillows, and nibblies and commenced watching the sitcom.<br /><br />"Can you sit on my feet?" Loretta asked her sister.<br />"Are they really cold?"<br />"Yeah."<br /><br />And so Lizzie let her sister stick her icy toes underneath her thigh, and they watched the rest of the show in relative silence.<br /><br />The next day, David stirred things up a little.<br /><br />You see, David had quietly been working himself up into a frenzy. As a lacadasical Catholic, David had somehow managed to saddle himself with large amounts of guilt for having committed a dreadful sin: pre-marital copulation. He had wracked his brain for a way to remedy the situation, and the only solution he could think of was marriage; as though a wedding could be the big eraser that wipes out this blot from his record. Pre-marital sex would be ok if you actually intended to marry the girl, right? David had it all figured out. <br /><br />Unfortunately, Loretta didn't feel the same way.<br /><br />"You want me to WHAT?" Loretta expostulated.<br />"I... well... I thought we could get married. I mean to say, Loretta you're the one for me; will you marry me?"<br /><br />He lost it when she laughed at him. Whatever careful fabrication of facts that had kept David's life together like a carefully balanced house made out of creamers and stir sticks, was quickly undone by Loretta's decision to condemn him. That was how he saw it - not that he was deprived an eternity with the woman that he loved, no. He was concerned that this sin - one he didn't even really mean to commit - would stain his permanent record forever, and God might not understand how truly silly women could be. (Although, he did create them, so maybe he knew better than anyone the depths of their follitude?) David sat there, feeling very silly, and began stewing in a marinade of self-pity.<br /><br />Loretta couldn't believe her ears, and Lizzie was stifling giggles into a hand towel in the kitchen.<br /><br />David stormed out soon after that. Humiliation is often best-suffered alone.<br /><br /><br />----<br /><br />Lizzie was completing a Master's degree in English Literature. Being a well educated girl, the idea of marriage left a bad taste in her mouth. She didn't relish the idea of being sold off as a possession, handed off from her father to her husband. She did however have an elaborate plan for elopement, even down to the taxi company she would call to take her to city hall. But she had always known that David wasn't the "one" - he was a little too straight-laced, a little too rigid, as though he had once read that good posture was important and had from that moment never let up. His spine was always perfectly vertical.<br /><br />"You didn't see it coming? Not at all?" Lizzie asked after the fit of laughter had subsided.<br /><br />"Nope. I mean, I probably should've, but I hadn't been thinking about it, so."<br /><br />"Ha HA! Well, too bad for him." Lizzie had sprawled out on the couch. She was flipping through Cosmo magazine while dipping a spoon first into the smooth peanut butter, and then into a bag of chocolate chips. She ate the chocolate and peanut butter off the spoon like a ___.<br /><br />The phone rang. Loretta answered.<br /><br />That stupid fool, David, had asked Loretta's father's permission for her hand in marriage. Now, more than ever Loretta questioned her decision to ever get involved with that guy. He didn't know her at all - and now she had her mother screaming in her ear, tittering away about how she was twenty-three, and did she think that such opportunities came around ever day? Loretta knew. Her mother went on in that way until Loretta finally said she would have to call her back; there was something burning in the oven. It was partially true. The situation had certain gone out of the frying pan and into the fire.<br /><br />To deal with the strange events of the day, the girls decided to go dancing. They called up some friends, but only Sarah was willing to go dancing on a Sunday night. Most of them had work the next day, but Sarah was an artist that kept her own hours.<br /><br />[more about Sarah]<br /><br />Loretta could attract men quite easily when she tried. But trying involved make-up, tight clothing, and the figurative or literal batting of lashes. After a few years of those shenanigans, she had abandoned such false demonstrations of "self". (A little education is a dangerous thing, especially for a woman. Loretta had gotten notions of self-worth that stemmed from things other than appearance, and much to the chagrin of the materialistic culture surrounding her, she had pretty much stopped with make-up after that.)<br /><br />But although Loretta preferred her eyes to shine with the light of intelligence rather than Loreal's bikini bronze shimmer shadow, she also liked to look good for herself. She figured that was acceptable. And so after a swoop of black eyeliner above her lower lashes (yes, it would probably make her blind one day, but we all have our vices) and a touch of lip gloss, she was ready to go. In her tight black dress she didn't look half bad.<br /><br />Lizzie was a lot more awe-inspiring. Unlike Loretta, Lizzie looked amazing with make-up or without. In fact, she had mastered the art of highlighting her natural beauty, rather than covering it up with creams and various face-paint. She looked phenominal with dewy skin, rosy cheeks, and eyes that simply popped. She wore a pretty hot pink dress, which could be understated on anyone else but on Lizzie it was divine. Neither girl wore heels - the footwear was torture for dancing, and they were both so tall it was really quite unnecessary.<br /><br />Lizzie had never had a boyfriend. She was simply <span style="font-style:italic;">too</span> stunning; boys were completely intimidated, and more often than not assumed she already had a boyfriend - a gorgeous girl like that would <span style="font-style:italic;">have</span> to, wouldn't she? It didn't particularly bother Lizzie (yet) because her life was full already, and it was ludacris to imagine factoring a guy into it. Men were needier than dogs, and Lizzie had her own pursuits to think of.<br /><br />-------<br /><br />young - having to movie, notes, letters etc.<br />- older, still friends, they meet Sarah.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-85084061479372830602010-12-08T10:45:00.003-08:002010-12-13T02:32:04.238-08:00Michael CormickI was desperately unhappy. So, rather than offing myself and ridding the world of my miserable existence, I set out to get rid of all my money. I decided to test the theory, that money can't buy happiness.<br /><br />I was pretty sure it could.<br /><br />To be continued.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232302227054109417.post-13634831103121043682010-12-07T08:37:00.005-08:002010-12-07T08:45:28.282-08:00Like Pregnant PauseThe silence, need not be filled<br />An empty cup is full of air<br /><br />Your smile makes me delirious<br />My heart is now aware<br /><br />That it too, once was empty<br />You fill it with a grin<br /><br />The story that was ending<br />Knows now how to begin.Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07653785962340344690noreply@blogger.com0