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Thursday, November 30, 2006


Observations
there were a lot of little kids smiling shyly at me and at the stuffed mini elephant i was carrying around in public; latest addition to my stuffed furry family recently named, Enku. it was a gift from Spacegirl/Jellybean. there was one particularly cute kid who had the reddest lips and the shiniest pair of spectacles i have ever seen. she waved at me as i alighted the train and mouthed, bye bye.

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her grandmother is the sweetest you've ever seen and Jellybean has a whole family of Asian Mona Lisas perfectly suspended in black and white. she said, but Mona Lisa is ugly!, to which i gasped and said no, she is beautiful, and i am not saying it because Leonardo Da Vinci painted her but because i really think she is. Jellybean was not convinced. i think she is secretly bitter because she thinks that i found her mother more beautiful than she is. i am laughing at this thought for some reason!

i was rather surprised to have felt that much depth of feeling for someone i've only just met today and will never meet again. she smelled of soap and old people. i will miss her.

it seems that old people do not exist in the present. they are ghosts. heavy with memories and death. yet somehow brilliant with love.

And a Lot of Lying.
a handsome twenty year old boy carrying a green bag sat beside me on the train. we rocked and nodded to the pleasant rumbling of locomotive travel. this is true. however, i pretended that we were in love and listening to the space tunes of Say Hi To Your Mom. when he alighted, he turned his head to look at me for one last time before we ended our fifteen minute relationship. this is a lie.

Posted by NHJ 11/30/2006 03:22:00 pm

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