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Wed, Sep. 10th, 2003, 09:43 pm
gold_phoenix: ::livens up community::

Clash, go the cymbals.
Toot go the Clarinets, and Boom go the drums in my heart.
We were leaving the auditoreum, and part of the roof fell, and people rushed to get out, leaving us chatting in the doorway thrown together.
Pushed together, like sardines.
He instinctively put his arms over my back to keep me from getting lost or trampled and my head went to his chest with his cheek on my head, and parents eyes from their accomplished children’s faces to us.
And we linger. Linger.
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Tue, Sep. 2nd, 2003, 01:49 am
tiedup_twisted: Photographer's muse?

He knew that she was the one as soon as he saw her. The one perfect subject he had been looking for these past long months. In fact, he had been searching for so long that he had begun to despair of ever finding her and had begun scouting out a new project. Just as he was ready to give up hope, boom, there she was. Stealing from the local discount store. She must really be hard up for cash, he thought, if she’s stealing from a 99 cents or less shop. That, like everything else about her, was absolutely perfect. The face, the body, the slinky movements of constrained energy, they all fit his vision. He’d found her at last and he wasn’t about to let her go. He would see her raw, vulnerable and uninhibited before the year was out. Then and only then would his exhibit be complete. With this mystery woman-child’s likeness forever captured on film. Forever.

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