Did You Buy That? #99

That silver sequin is still there!
It won't go down the drain when i wash the bathtub so I just leave it there.
Is that wierd?
I take a bath with it every nite, it floats companionably close to the drain.

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Ouch! I've got a sequin in my eye!!
NO! Stay away I've got it.
Uuungh!
God how did that get there.
Look it's red.
It's got eye juice on it.
I wonder if it came from your skirt.
Huh.

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I chose to wear the sequined top for the portrait session.  But poor Anton, putting up with months of abuse from me on how it was HIS fault that I was suffering so.  You see, these were pure metal sequins not those plastic ones you pussies wear nowadays.  As the sitting went on and on, lasting over two years, the sequins began to cut away at my underarms.  (I can still feel a ghost of that slicing!)  Scars would form and then separate during the next session.  They never had time to properly heal.  At some sessions my arms would bleed so that Anton would start adding the blood to his painting.  He would collect by wiping the blood off my skin with a special paintbrush.  It didn't hurt.
I'll show you the scars sometime.
It was my choice, I love that sequined top.

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Thank you Andrew Harrison for the middle photo

MONSTRO

The monster is in the deep.

We all hope that it won't come out.

When it does....

Well, we don't talk then.

We run and hide, and

hold our breaths and bite our thumbnails down to the skin, we

hide, didn't  i say we did?

So now we think the monster's asleep.

Or maybe it's awake and watching, waiting

for it's signal

to come out into the light.

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Clarence Ray

I hate turkeys he probably said.

I hate them so much.

Miles of turkeys.

That's why he left when he was 16 to join the Navy.

His mother looks proud of him.

See how he practices standing?

Did he lie to get in?

 I think he must have been made for that kind of life.  He stood straighter in his uniform and liked impressing his friends.

 Maybe he was an outcast.  Maybe he was inspirational.

 He felt like he belonged to something.

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I AM MY OWN BITCH

Starring:
Kirsten & Kirsten

What the fuck are you doing?
Reading.
You have 6 more BLOG stories to write.
I know.  I still have....shit only two days? to write six more?
Yeah.
Oh oh.
So go do it.
I don't want to right now...
Fuck you!
Shut up.
No! You made  a challenge to yourself Kirsten, and no one else is going to finish it for you.
So what? I issued the challenge to myself, so it doesn't matter if I do it or not!
"No one reads it anyway."
Right!
You'll be letting yourself down.
So?
Look, after this one is done, that I'M helping you with, there will only be 5 more to write.
That's true.  But I don't know--it's hard....
SHUT UP.  God no more whining, you're making me sick.

(PAUSE)

But now Clair is using the computer....
Nice excuse.  Don't be so fucking lazy.  Write it down like in the olde days, remember? You used to like writing that way.
I still do but now my hand starts to hurt and my writing gets more and more sloppy-
God shut up.  Please, write.
Yes, Kirsten.

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   Thanks to Lance Wagner for the photo:        lancewagnerphotography.com
                                                                                                     

Six, Five, Four

#6
I  was staring at the white wall with the speaker cord running along it.  There was a long shadow that i became convinced was a cast iron pipe.  The  speaker cord was resting on the furnace that hangs from the ceiling and i started obsessing that the wire would melt and cause a fire.  The furnace's name is MODINE and I always think, "Matthew?"

#5
If you don't quit I'll hit you, I mean it!
Ok, don't give me those eyes.
The first story was about Moses and how he piloted his arc to the north pole and liberated the eskimos.
That was the first one i heard and boy was i hooked!
Sure you can look at my radio, if you want, maybe, we can go
for a ride and maybe...we'll...have...a....story.
(wink wink)

#4
Upstairs was quiet.
No one was there.
Hmmm i wondered.
Then I remembered! And that's why i should never have gone upstairs!
I rushed into the bathroom and there they were, all hacked up and packed in the circular bathtub.
Yuck!
I backed out of the room, backed down the stairs, got a cigarette, backed out the front door and sat down in my laz-y-boy.
Those pancakes are never going to taste the same, now.

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One Two Three

#1
I just thought i would make the Bisquick this morning.
But strangely, no one was awake.

I called out, "who's up?" and no one spoke.
I started to get the first chills.

But i went on upstairs anyway.
Big mistake right?
Right.

#2
My radio was really saying some weird things today! I mean it was like i had books on tape or something! There was no stupid talking or music, just stories, lovely STORIES you know i love
 the stories.
What were they about?
Well I don't know, i've heard so many by now!
It's been going on for awhile, and why do you want to know?
How long? "how long?"
I don't have to tell you nuthin.
And ESPECIALLY about the stories.
I'll keep them for myself (nosy turd).

#3
While i was working the other day, I started wondering if my arm, like what if  the nerves in my arm DIED and my arm turned black and had to be cut off.  And then I had to have a bionic arm or whatever it's called.  Would I be a popular model? Could I get film work? Are there any other bionic art models out there? Could I tour?
Then I started thinking of something else.

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One Day There Was A Girl;

The End.