the giant tortoise

This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.

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She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

Isn't it interesting how, if you live in a small town, you can follow the lives of complete strangers?
You notice when the bankeress gets a new shirt.
You notice when the produce stocker boy graduates into a checker.
You notice when the cute guy at the store works during school hours, because this means that he is over 18.
You notice when the person you always see in the library gets a haircut, or new shoes.

Then you start to wonder - are you just abnormally observant? or are people noticing things about you too? And if they are, what kinds of things are they observing? Hm. I... love ... small... towns...

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