| badlydrawnstickman's Blogs in September 2008
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Junk.
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I knew what I had done as soon as the door closed to the washroom on the near deserted, late-night, subway platform. I was immediately assaulted by the stale smell of urine and filth and my eyes started to smart from the acrid stench but I was beyond caring.
I knew that I had crossed a......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-09-01 20:00:00 |
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Beauty.
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It is a perfect Saturday morning in late August, sun-drenched and the day's activities are gently encouraged by a refreshingly cool breeze.
I stand outside the giant grocery store watching the passers-by, sipping from a near empty paper cup of coffee in one hand and taking an occasional......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-09-02 20:00:00 |
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Crystal.
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The door pushes open with my keys jangling from the lock and I am home.
“Hi!” I say, trying to sound bright despite the jet lag and fatigue from the business trip to London.
“Hey!” comes the response from the brightly lit study down the hall and my husband......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-09-05 20:00:00 |
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Sunset.
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The small car bumps to an abrupt stop against the curb on a quiet side street. Overhead, the street lamps are winking on, emitting their electric buzz, as the last light of the sun fades from orange to violet in the west. The harsh halogen illumination washes across the compact vehicle......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-09-07 21:00:00 |
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Self.
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I think it's fair to say that I effectively lost myself after Caitlyn did what she did. It was as though her leaving took with it an essence of me and left in it's place a black hole that has continued to absorb into it's massive nothingness any other trace of me until now. I sit here in a......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-09-14 21:00:00 |
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Awakening.
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I awaken in cold and darkness, feeling confused and disoriented, but sensing an irresistable tide of strong emotion wash over me; some primal sentiment akin to the despair of loss, powerful and raw, expressed in bitter waves by someone I love. It lifts me from my sleep and draws me outward......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-09-20 21:30:00 |
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Canvas (I).
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"To whom does that carriage belong?"
The carriage, as black as night and emblazoned on both sides with heraldic emblems, comes into view along the sunlit Rue Gaston Lefevre, rattling and creaking over the cobblestones, drawn by a splendid pair of ebony mares. It rushes to halt......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-09-21 21:30:00 |
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part I
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Canvas (II).
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Please read Canvas (I) here .
“Federigo! Perhaps, if you do not cripple my wrist with your grip, you will give me leave to talk some sense into you.”
I loosen my grip upon his wrist and watch, trembling with emotion, as the Marchessa de Monte Dorato ascends the steps......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-09-22 21:30:00 |
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part II
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Canvas (III).
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Please read 'Canvas', Parts I and II .
We arrive in Simone's carriage, with its single, sway-backed, sullen steed and even more sullen driver, before Le Théâtre de la Comédie as the majority of the guests are being ushered out from the night's performance under......Read More
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Posted on: 2008-09-28 21:30:00 |
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