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Some of my favorite pages from a book - pg 95 to 98 in "The Hours"
So, it probably would be a good idea to go read now. Ya know, since its midnight and all.
In my dreams I had a basement studio apartment where the bathroom sat in the kitchen.
I kissed a boy who tasted like liquorish and slept, just slept, under down comforters.
I had to wait for a bus on the corner of the park.
I admired trampled cigarettes imprinted on the side walk.
I bought a black sweater that reminded me of the liqourish boy.
I wore glasses to hide my beauty. One day a man came up to me, put his arm around my shoulder and told me to stop hiding. I didnt listen to him. Well, yes I did.
I rode a bike that had an old fashion bell. The little boy that lived above me would ring it when he thought no one was looking.
I won a drag contest.
I went to a beautiful funeral.
I bought Fuji apples from the store on the corner.
I held hands with a red hed. She put her other hand on the small of my back and I kissed her. She didnt taste like the boy.
I listened to old men play the blues.
I watched people explode with anger.
I was told this was, and was not, the most exciting time to be living on earth.
I wonder if anyone has ever done this to me...
