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Queasy Like Sunday Morning
Microwave Ready Meal Romance
Created on 2008-07-23 02:03:14 (#16157883), last updated 2009-05-12
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Basic Info| Name: | Calliope The Bear |
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| Birthdate: | 1988-09-26 |
BioSometimes I feel that my life and everything within it are little more than a series of private jokes to which I have forgotten all but the punchline.
He thought about alone in constantinople that time, having quarrelled in paris before he had gone out. He had whored the whole time and then, when it was over, he had failed to kill his loneliness, but only made it worse, he had written to her, the first one, the one who had left him, a letter telling her how he had never been able to kill it... How when he thought he saw her outside the Regence one time, it had made him go all faint and sick inside, and that he would follow a woman who looked like her in some way, along the Boulevard, afraid to see it was not she, afraid to lose the feeling it gave him. How everyone he had slept with had only made him miss her more. How what she had done could never matter as he knew he could not cure himself of loving her. He wrote this letter at the Club, cold sober, and mailed it to New York asking her to write him at the office in Paris. That seemed safe. And that night missing her so much it made him feel hollow sick inside, he wandered up past Taxim's, picked a girl up and took her out to supper. He had gone to a place to dance with her afterwards, she danced badly, and left her for a hot Armenian slut, that swung her belly against him so that it almost scalded.
-- Ernest Hemmingway, The Snows of Killamanjiro
"It was grass-stained knees and incompletes and a girl from class to touch- but you worry about yourself too much and you ruin who you love." -- bright eyes
He thought about alone in constantinople that time, having quarrelled in paris before he had gone out. He had whored the whole time and then, when it was over, he had failed to kill his loneliness, but only made it worse, he had written to her, the first one, the one who had left him, a letter telling her how he had never been able to kill it... How when he thought he saw her outside the Regence one time, it had made him go all faint and sick inside, and that he would follow a woman who looked like her in some way, along the Boulevard, afraid to see it was not she, afraid to lose the feeling it gave him. How everyone he had slept with had only made him miss her more. How what she had done could never matter as he knew he could not cure himself of loving her. He wrote this letter at the Club, cold sober, and mailed it to New York asking her to write him at the office in Paris. That seemed safe. And that night missing her so much it made him feel hollow sick inside, he wandered up past Taxim's, picked a girl up and took her out to supper. He had gone to a place to dance with her afterwards, she danced badly, and left her for a hot Armenian slut, that swung her belly against him so that it almost scalded.
-- Ernest Hemmingway, The Snows of Killamanjiro
"It was grass-stained knees and incompletes and a girl from class to touch- but you worry about yourself too much and you ruin who you love." -- bright eyes
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accents, afterparties, aisle 16, alt-folk, americana, arab strap, arrested development, beaches, beards, being a boy, being a girl, being called treacle, being gender-queer, being indecisive, being loved, being misconstrued, being noticed, being on my own, being tactile, being warm, being with people, big jumpers, big words, books, brick lane, bright eyes, campfires, charles bukowski, chris hicks, chris morris, coincidences, colloquialisms, comics, compliments, dan ashcroft, dave eggers, disappearing, disdain, don delilo, drinking, dubstep, equality, etnies trainers, fancying camus, forgetting, frankie boyle, gigs, going out, graphic novels, indie-folk, john fante, kind of like spitting, language barriers, laughing, leeds, lighthouses, literature, living in tents, living on coaches, long distance phone calls, losing myself, lying in fields, making connections, modest mouse, night-time, nina nastasia, odessa trainers, pavement, pet names, philosophy, poetry, post-irony, preacher, propping up bars, reading books, red house painters, remembering, running away, sandwiches, scrabble, scrumping, sideburns, sleeping, smiling, smoking, sneezing, snow, spaced, stand up comedy, stars, staying awake, staying in, sunshine, superhans, swearing, talking through films, talking to strangers, taxi drivers, tea, tending bars, the national, the north, the sea, the twilight sad, this will destroy you, thunderstorms, tom waits, track tops, urban scrumping, vessels, vice, wanting to bone hemmingway, washing up, wearing other peoples clothes, writing
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