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angel syndrome's picture

Pretend I wrote a really well written story about how I was in the cemetery all night last Saturday and smoked cigarettes and drank beer sitting on tombstones, about how I was wrapped in a big blanket, how I rode a longboard without quite knowing how down a hill (in big goth platform shoes, too!), how I was huddled with a friend, pointed to the graves and mausoleums and said "some day this will all be yours".

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elph's picture

OK! I'm pretending...

...but, the next instruction... please; quickly!

I don't know how much longer I can remain like this!

angel syndrome's picture

what's the next instruction?

what's the next instruction?

elph's picture

I'm still holding on...

to the allusion (pretend). But what comes next?

angel syndrome's picture

what allusion and i don't

what allusion
and i don't know what comes next

elph's picture

You did request that we "pretend"...

right?

Okay... I'll just wait patiently for the next mental excursion.

It promises to be interesting, as neither of us seems to now know what mysteries may lie within! :)

poetic_star's picture

brilliant as always

Interesting, unique and striking..everything I expect from your brilliant poetic voice :D

angel syndrome's picture

you really are a star :)

you really are a star :)

Bosemaster42's picture

Oh Yeah!

Ha! I love that last line.

angel syndrome's picture

It really did happen! We

It really did happen! We were huddled in blankets and my friend didn't have one, so I put my arm around him and he told me that it felt as though I was some old wizard showing him his kingdom, so I said : "Look, young lad, someday this will all be yours!" and it was probably one of the most poetic moments of my life. It was probably one of the better experiences I've had!

anarchist's picture

That sounds like a lovely night.

It almost makes me wish I had friends to share experiences like this with. (Almost. . .)

Bosemaster42's picture

That's awesome!

Somehow I had a sense the experience was indeed real. A very comforting way to deal with the inevitable truth of life. I would have laughed and hugged you real hard.

anarchist's picture

Hmm. . . .

At first I thought this was a poetic metaphor, as is common with your journal entries. But the parenthetical clause (or the casualness thereof) makes this seem more literal. Is this an actual anecdote, or another of your usual posts?
(Maybe the new title means something that I missed?)

Oh. Nevermind. I just read your comment above.