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popsicleSummer forever frozen
An orange popsicle
Sold from an icebox
dry and vaporous
atop a tricycle
Four tingling bells
rung by the little man pedaling at the back
announcing the coming
Framed in trees
always green in the light of the sun
Lancelot Price 2014 August 26
No crappy songs on a loudspeaker loop
just the sweet sweet cold refreshment
I will always live there.
Memories I was excited. Plastic continually crinkled in my fidgeting fingers. Dad couldn’t open the door fast enough. Stark black handle against the white screen door. Click of the handle. Creaking protest if the hinges. Metallic clinking of keys against the shiny metal doorknob. My little sister whining behind us. I danced impatiently from foot to foot on the dirty and worn welcome mat, tucked between my dad and the screen door. I could see my breath. A softer creak as the back door swung inward.
The tile floor groaned under our weight. I darted past Dad, kicking my boots off. Behind us, the screen door closed with a SSSSSSSSS, clunk! My feet slapped on the tiles, past the white refrigerator with the freezer door I could still fit underneath. Soft, blue carpet of the dining room. Light splashing the wall from the small, stained-glass chandelier. Wallpaper I watched Mom put up. The wooden table, covered in scratches and aged. Past the hall a
Diminuendo“Why did you quit band?” My friends would ask. Some were betrayed by my decision, some saddened.
Every time, I would change it: the director was disagreeable, I wanted to do other things, it took up too much time, etc.
Every time, I would think of the moments, the emotions I thought I could handle.
But they became too heavy, too much, too painful.
i. Air conditioned rooms were a luxury after hours under the summer sun, even if the room was just a small practice room. We had new music to learn after all.
I was excited, why wouldn’t I? New music were like new books, new adventures.
Then the sheet was plopped onto the stand in front of me.
It made no sense whatsoever.
“Let’s play it together!” The bubbly teacher would say, her tone more appropriate for kindergartners.
I looked around the room, wondering why I was the only one who couldn’t get past one measure.
“Maybe I wasn’t as good as I thought..”
18. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'11/21/71
Got up this morning just as the tops of those mountains across the valley caught some pink light, and I ran up to the outhouse and watched the light grow through the frost on the windows there. It's a Sunday and coming up pretty!
I have some cramps and a sort of desire to smoke a joint even before breakfast, otherwise I feel okay. I remember having another bad night of sleep last night. I thought I was dreaming of laughing but Vicki says I was groaning. Oh well.
Suzy said yesterday that she felt a physical attraction to me for a pretty long time, which blew my mind. She says Tom knows about it, even, and that he would dig the whole event and would like see her get closer to me or whatever. I didn't know what to say except "far out." We both let it go for now.
Laura just made one of those paper fortune-teller things where you pick a color and numbers and she fools with it and comes up with a reply. She just had Leelanee do
20. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'11/30/71
I just got very stoned and so confused at a council we were having that I had to just quit and come upstairs, too weirded out to approach anything with anyone. Can't write either. Feel afraid of everything. If only there was someone right here next to me to ask about all my fears.
Got a letter from my mom that said she moved away from the old home and dad to an apartment. That made me sad. Now the two of them are each living alone.
I feel like total weirdo, a machine, freaked out.
Feeling pretty good in a mellow, dreamy sort of way. Spent the morning and early afternoon getting a truckload of manure for a new compost heap with Larry, Pat and Laura. That was fun, talking to a few locals and seeing a new, to us, ranch.
There is a cold wind that speaks of more snow to land on us. When we got home I sat down with some bread and a new Time magazine. After a bit Mike put on a record, "Workingman's Dead," t
The History Of SloveniaThe history of Slovenia
Slovenia was originally settled by Illyrian and Celtic peoples. It became part of the Roman Empire in the first century B.C.
The Slovenes were a south Slavic group that settled in the region in the 6th century A.D. During the 7th century, the Slavs established the state of Samu, which owed its allegiance to the Avars, who dominated the Hungarian plain until Charlemagne defeated them in the late 8th century.
When the Hungarians were defeated by the Turks in 1526, Hungary accepted Austrian Hapsburg rule in order to escape Turkish domination; the Hapsburg monarchy was the first to include all of the Slovene regions. Thus, Slovenia and Croatia became part of the Austro-Hungarian kingdom when the dual monarchy was established in 1867. Like Croatia and unlike the other Balkan states, it is primarily Roman Catholic.
From as early as the 9th century, Slovenia had fallen under foreign rulers, including partial control by Bavarian dukes and the Republic of V
siete.Die ganze Geschichte mit den Beschwerden hat vor Jahren mit den Beinen angefangen, weil ich einfach zu viel gerannt bin. Das Rennen war für mich eine unglaubliche Entdeckung. Am Anfang ist es leicht, fast ein bisschen wie hüpfen. Die Atmung läuft von alleine, die Beine laufen von alleine, alles läuft von alleine. Dann kommt die Musik. Und auf einmal ist es da, zuerst in den Schenkeln, langsam steigt es auf, entlang der Wirbelsäule klimmt es Wirbel um Wirbel empor, bis es in die Arme fliesst und sich im ganzen Körper ausbreitet. Und dann schiesst es in den Kopf. Der Wald brennt. Ich renne durch einen brennenden Wald, es ist heiss wie in einem Backofen, und hinter mir stürzen brennende Tannen auf den Weg. Tausend Bilder jagen mit mir und schwirren um meinen Kopf herum. Wenn es eine Droge gäbe, die etwas in der Art auslösen könnte, dann wäre die ganze Welt süchtig davon.
Nach einigen Monaten kamen dann die Schmerzen. Es war ein k
Crossed Wires. Epilogue 2.Feeling rather important now that she is dating a nightclub owner, Bess has begun spending less and less time hanging around with her former friends. Her main excuse for it is that she is far more mature and needs to spend time with people who are have the same interests and don’t behave like children. However, her friends know that it was predominantly because they weren’t as impressed with her choice and behaviour when they did go out together and had told her so. On top of all that, when she took them to the club a few days after she had begun dating him, she had told them that because she was dating the owner it meant that they could not only get in for free, but could also get free drinks all night. It turned out not to be true and after watching Bess throw a very childish and selfish tantrum at her boyfriend for embarrassing her like that. They ended up leaving the club and making their way to another one, just down the road, only to have the angry young woman follow
Child, ChildOnce there was a little girl. She was small, with long brown hair and deep-set brown eyes and always smiled at everything. Her mother was an average sized woman with long brown hair and not-so-deep brown eyes, whose entire world was her daughter. Her father was an average sized man with short brown hair, and wild, wide gray eyes.
The little girl’s father had some problems he couldn’t handle, however, and the mother took her daughter away, to live on their own in a small apartment. They didn’t have very many things, because they were rather poor, and the little girls mother worked very hard to make sure her daughter had enough to eat and a few toys to play with. But even though there was no television or expensive toys, the girl was happy to live there with her mother. She knew that since her mother loved her more than anything, it would be okay. They had a routine: every morning the little girl would eat breakfast, go to preschool or grandma’s house, and her mot
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