Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Saturday, May 13, 2023
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Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Feel Better
Boarding the train, he takes his reserved seat, beside a woman. She smiles and asks many questions. He answers indirectly. Their conversation starts and stops. She gives up, choosing to read instead.
The landscape is flat and green, and stretches forever like this.
They discuss books. Noticing the way she thumbs the pages, he says, "You don't like that book, do you?"
She assures him she does, and goes back to reading.
He thinks this was stupid to say, so looks out the window. The trees are grey and leafless, ordered into neat rows. He finds this fascinating, and touches her leg to get her attention. She is pleased by the sight, and smiles at him, squinting in the late-day sunlight. He looks out the window some more. The train arrives at the station. His stop. He gets up to leave, says good bye. Afterward, somewhere outside the train, on the street, waiting at the crosswalk, he wonders what her name was.
The landscape is flat and green, and stretches forever like this.
They discuss books. Noticing the way she thumbs the pages, he says, "You don't like that book, do you?"
She assures him she does, and goes back to reading.
He thinks this was stupid to say, so looks out the window. The trees are grey and leafless, ordered into neat rows. He finds this fascinating, and touches her leg to get her attention. She is pleased by the sight, and smiles at him, squinting in the late-day sunlight. He looks out the window some more. The train arrives at the station. His stop. He gets up to leave, says good bye. Afterward, somewhere outside the train, on the street, waiting at the crosswalk, he wonders what her name was.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
I drew this for a friend.
My friend told me to draw this. I was relieved when my friend expressed satisfaction with the final product.
For the foreseeable future, we will continue to be friends.
For the foreseeable future, we will continue to be friends.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
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Thursday, June 24, 2010
Four Hundred and Fifty One...
She grew up on drive-bys and LA gang signs.
China: Orwell
United States: Huxley
Friday, June 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Four Hundred and Forty Three...
Title of my book: THE RISE AND FALL OF MYRNA ROSE
Funny Orwell: He sat down with a friendly smile. The silly blond face beamed into his. Winston had a hallucination of himself smashing a pickax right into the middle of it.
Good ol' Heller: When I read something saying I've not done anything as good as "Catch-22" I'm tempted to reply, "Who has?"
Old line: "What d'ya mean mediocrity?!"
The text and background color of this new template work quite well together, wouldn't you agree? Exceptional readability.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Four Hundred and Twenty Seven...
He nodded to her and said, "Hello Mrs. Jennings!"
She looked at him with narrow, hateful eyes, and thrusting a clipboard before his face, said, "Coach, do you know what this is!?"
He stopped and examined it for a moment, then concluded, "That's a clipboard!"
Mrs. Jennings paused and looked at the clipboard, then said, "That's right!"
Monday, April 12, 2010
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