Saturday, November 28, 2009
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Bdelygmia
bdelygmia, n.
1. A litany of abuse-- a series of critical epithets, descriptions, or attributes
"From the very beginning— from the first moment, I may almost say— of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry."
-Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice
Your pearly white smile broadens and I am reminded of an equine muzzle. I want to stick a carrot in your mouth so that it might match your hair. Those eyes are like vacuums into which souls and intelligence are sucked, never to escape again. But none of this really matters because I don’t know you at all. He, on the other hand, I do know. Or at least I used to. He is blind to your mulish qualities, but rather finds you appealing like a phlegmatic mail-order doll—after all, you share the same purpose. His booming voice dulls the senses of those within earshot; fortunately you were dulled long before his pedestrian existence intertwined with yours. It must be nice for you to have a reason to straighten your hair in the morning and he a reason to pop his teeth back in.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Navy Blue Converse
Her eyes scanned your body as you walked toward her. Those heavily-mascara’ed brown eyes bulged and froze on navy blue converse clad feet.
“No, I’m not. And converse aren’t Goth. Goth kids wear combat boots and dog collars and read anime,” you say.
“Oh, okay. I mean, they are just kind of different,” she says.
“Right,” you say.