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Another RideChicago springs up before me like the turning pages of a children’s pop-up book. The Sears Tower, turn the page, The Aon Building, turn the page, My Apartment, turn the page. It springs up in spurts; giant monoliths of steel and glass sprout in clumps like crabgrass. Our fair lady Chicago sits there unfolding to reveal all the golden riches in her every dim big city light. Reach out to touch it, grab it. Ghostface Killah spits out unintelligible rap lyrics through the speakers; I’m handed the glass of rum and Santi’s Saturn rolls on. We pass the glass back and forth, Santi andAnother Ride
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The BowieSeveral months came and went like the passing of wind through trees. My little pocket knife was never far from my side and I even went so far as to bring it with me to school knowing that if my mother caught wind I’d been in what she calls “serious trouble”. I’d strut through the hallways patting my pocket where it sat like a lump of gold enticing me to take it out and gaze at it. Sitting in class I’d finger it gently with one hand in my pocket and the other taking notes or doing my multiplication tables. I had it on me at all times, not because I needed it, but because I might need it. MThe Bowie
by ~writerslove
Daddy Loves Pink Floyd “Hello. Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home?”Daddy Loves Pink Floyd
The clock says it’s almost eight o’clock. It’s a Saturday so I don’t have to go to school, but if I don’t get up now and go downstairs I’ll miss the best cartoons. They always show the best ones before ten. “Come on Snowball. Time to wake up and go watch cartoons.” Snowball’s my cat. She’s big and fat and white with long hair that gets all over my clothes. She sleeps on my feet every night curled up in a little ball.
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by ~writerslove
Rudolph the COLD-Blooded....I can barely see six inches in front of my face there’s so much snow blowing around. It hits my face like a thousand miniscule ice needles and I have to force myself ahead. In particularly large snow drifts I’m buried up to my mid-thigh and with the wind blowing the way it is I almost have to grasp each leg individually and pull it forward to make any progress. The going is slow and the cold is starting to get horrendously painful, but it’s something that must be done. Up here no one lives. You look out in any direction and see snow. Snow and ice. Nothing more.Rudolph the COLD-Blooded....
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it's no mystery;
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before i break everything
you're always telling me
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"The way which can be spoken of is not the constant way."~Lao Tzu
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