This blog is for writing, cosplay and the verbs and nouns that make up all the other odd bits and ends of my life as a sentence in a much larger story.
Paraphrasing how a person is built(and taken apart again)
A novel written in shoddy cursive
I:
Lock// about why this story has ripped pages…- It’s not always clear when your reading but the end is always there. When you pick up a novel you don’t expect it to go on forever, they don’t write themselves after all but sometimes if you go to a cheap bookstore in the back ally of some rundown part of every city you can find one that doesn’t end, in which the end will never be in sight, and that’s the one you want to stay away from. When you find that torn and yellowed paper back don’t take pity in it, don’t wonder what it looked like new just walk away. Some things are never meant to be opened, that’s why we have locks and keys and good security systems that call 911 if provoked, and some stories never need to be read, that why they are locked away. This story is one of those, one of those torn covered novels, when of those moth eaten reject tree products, this is a story with no end in sight, locked away, forever…
II:
Games// about the villains or the misunderstood-Backgammon is the oldest game in the world, but chess has the same idea just more thoughtfulness and fake clever that back it up. One side is black and one side is white and maybe sometimes that means good and evil and maybe sometimes it just means two old friends playing a game and sometimes(usually on Sundays) it’s both. One side, in his Sunday best, plays black and leans like all good villains always do, forwards with elbows on knees and grins with a mouth full of shiny white teeth, and the on the other side, dressed in ragged jeans and no shoes, plays white while slouching unpleasantly and has blood and failed love drying on his lips To anyone they may have seemed like they where from different classes and different times, and to anyone they may have seemed like friends, and to anyone they may have seemed like enemies and to anyone if you looked with the corners of your eyes they just maybe looked liked like The devil and the savior and then again maybe they where just seeing things.
Oh, hello. It’s nice to see you again. How’s the weather in your parts? Lets re-introduce ourselves since we seem to be stuck here for the time being and it‘s been to long good friend.
My name is Almy. I’m currently Nineteen, I attend Penn State, I’m a lesbian with a tendency to ogle older men, I’m completely obsessed with Fashion, Metal Gear Solid, Transformers and Puppets. I write because it’s the closest form to the need to breathe I can recreate. I worry too much, I eat too little and although I love my curves I stress to much over my weight.
And in the end ,If I refuse to be ordinary; If I reject beautiful; if I decline sensibility then I just wish to be Extraordinary but if all else fails I am at best ME.
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