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| spork | [no subject] | Tue 28th May 2002, 15:19 link |
| went for a walk on my lunch-hour, well, walked to a library so i could read, and it was raining movie-rain. it was raining and i could see it raining in front of me but i wasn't getting wet and my spectacles were unspeckled. it was like someone had drawn in it afterwards or it was just raining in a couple of inches between the camera and the actors so they didn't get wet. it was rather bizarre. coming back out of the library a little while later, it was raining *slightly* harder. i got soaked. i think my life has reduced itself to a series of unconnected, random moments (the above being another example to add to the collection, which in many ways this journal system is). i think i need some kinda story to pull them all together. or at least a narrator. maybe someone with a really cool, deep voice like james earl jones. < james earl jones voice > on that soggy tuesday afternoon, spork sat in her office, musing over the random anecdotes that made up her life and gently playing with her boobs.... < /james earl jones voice > | ||
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