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A Pomade Free LifeToday, my hairdresser said something interesting to me. It further proved to me that some of the most enlightening of thoughts germinate in common interactions between everyday folk. Either that or the foil solution made me high.A Pomade Free Life
We were discussing what to use in my hair on the days when I don’t wash it. (It is actually better for your hair to not wash it every day, so my pervasive laziness is doing me a favor in this respect.) And she said, “Well, it depends…” and then she posed the following question: “Are you a toucher?” A what-er?? She
by ~hedda
Not One WordI have not a word to say. I have thousands, maybe millions, and they have all tripped over one another to get out of my head. And they lay in a tumble at the tip of my tongue, all a, b, and c's and x, y, and z's, climbing over one another to make sense of my thoughts.Not One Word
And they spill out often in an alcohol-fueled flood - combustible sentences join hands and hit my shoes while I look down; they make no sense, like the letters in alphabet soup swimming in the broth oily and greasy and growing cold.
by ~hedda
PassengerI looked to my right -Passenger
bored with the drive and the overwhelming silence. Silence that was growing, and malignant. To my right was an ancient car strategically held together with bits of twine. The man driving was not old, but appeared to be driving there quickly. His beer can, a cherished lone passenger, was tenderly placed between his thighs. The slightly open window was stealing wisps of his white hair to wave at passing cars. Except for the piece waving at me, his hair hung limply around his head. He stared straight ahe
by ~hedda
A FaceThe first thing I noticed was his neck. It seems to have diminished in length under the weight of his deflated face. His head rested so close to his shoulders that I had to take a second look to make sure that his neck had not been eliminated altogether. Not far above this truncated space between head and shoulders was his mouth, permanently set in a downward curve. It is not as if he is frowning so much as it appears that the southern migration of his cheeks has pulled his lips to their current position. Each time I have ever passed him in my building, I do not see a change in hisA Face
by ~hedda
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- Current Residence: ManchVegas
- Interests: bubble gum, polka bands, and my imaginary friends
- Favourite movie: just one? yeah, right
- Favourite band or musician: see above
- Favourite poet or writer: Anne Lamott
- Favourite photographer: Derek
- Favourite style of art: messy
- Wallpaper of choice: NIN
- Favourite game: WoW
- Personal Quote: Life is too short to waste time.
- Tools of the Trade: myself.. .I am a tool.... uh...wait...
- Email: heddalynn@hotmail.com
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I would not be here if I had not been introduced to DA by my good friend strawberry-lilla
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"Our thoughts form the universe - they always matter"
--G'Kar Babylon 5
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Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it.
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The hopes were high
The choirs were vast
Now my dreams are left to live through you
my imaginary friends - very neat !
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