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[swaytosway]

(Want to write a story? ....it's a slow day at work)

I guess it all started when I met this girl, you see. She wasn't like most others. She had a lazy left eye and gimped right leg; but, it went deeper than that.

(ok, your turn)

[tinkerlion]

(Tink's infinitely more talented hubby)

She had a heart made of Tofu and the things she could do with her labia minora were to die for. As a matter of fact, I DID die for it. The path to hell was lined with barbed wire lemon cakes...

[swaytosway]

The courtship began as so many had before. Sweaty palms, teasing tachycardic talk, uncomfortable within our skin, a primordial quest to change our lives.
It was birthed at the diner on the corner of Main and Backwater. Even before I saw her, I gave her an order, "Gimme a plate of hot tamales and glass of your lemonade". If I had looked first, I might have bit my tongue.

[swaytosway]

As it was, I only looked up when I heard no response to my request. No “uh, huh�, no “sure thing honey�, no pen scratching on the pad…no nothin’. This girl, this woman, this waitress, she was looking right past me, her eyes set upon something outside the big front window. Maybe her left eye was checking the specials written on the chalkboard, or maybe she was ever vigilant for cutlery thieves; but, that is merely speculation. I think she was looking for a way to escape, a plan in formulation. In retrospect, I was an unwitting pawn, merely in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I cleared my throat, jostled my empty coffee cup upon the saucer, scuffed my feet on the linoleum, and I waited for her to come around.

[swaytosway]

And she surely did. Her head snapped back towards me like a wayward pup new to the choke chain. The glaze lifted from her pupils and she recollected her role in an instant. She asked me. "What was that ya ordered?" I saw her look at my shoes, her gaze shimmied up my pants, slinked past the pearl buttons on my denim wrangler shirt and bored in to my eyes. I sensed there was something else I should know. There was something I should have learned at some point, something that would guide me intuitively in how to react in this situation. This situation, that for all intents and purposes seemed mundane. I choked on the words and again I couldn't look up,"hot tamales, lemonade."

(sorry if I'm boring you guys.... no one wants to play with me, I play with myself)

[swaytosway]

"Sure thing," she did a 180 as quick as any girl with a bad leg can. I wondered where this was going. Was it lunch? Was it more?
I ordered enchiladas and I ate them, Ali had the fruit punch. I ordered hot tamales and I ate them, andI had the lemonade. Then I paid for lunch.
I tipped the waitress a $5, my bill was only for $3.75. Her name tag said Chloe. She asked me if I'd come back when her shift ended at seven, she knew I would.

[Barefoot2Dream]

.... no one wants to play with me, I play with myself


That sounds hot, Sway. ha! smileys/smiley2.gifHonestly I am just totally impressed by your skillz so far and want to sit back and wait for more. I am simply not that talented. Edited by: Barefoot2Dream

[swaytosway]

Chloe’s Soliloquoy:

I’m sick of this shit. I’m sick of this town. I’m sick of the people that come in day after day that aren’t sick of all this shit. I’m sick of being sickened. I’m sick with the toxins of a life without meaning. I'm merely the prologue to chronic disease. I’m sick that my life could have meaning and should still have meaning; but, I’ve let someone take it from me. I don’t know who it was. I don't know when it happened. Maybe I never had it.

Was it my 2nd grade teacher? For putting me in the slow reading group.
Was it my parents? For never telling me what was gone.
Was it the president? For fucking with everyone.
Was it a god? For I never thought much of that.
Was it the men I’ve slept with? For I never loved any of them.
Was it these people all around me? For lulling me to apathy.
Was it me? For not being strong enough. For not being smart enough. For not being pretty enough. For not being moral enough. For not being enough. Was it me?
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[swaytosway]

I left the diner. I didn't look back. My intentions were forgotten shortly after I walked through the door. I unlocked the door to my van, my home, my office, my refuge, my '66 econoline. It was filled to it's saturation point with toilet paper, paper towels, hand soap dispensers, urinal pucks, tampons, day glo condoms, industrial cleaners, fly paper, and hand sanitizer. I delivered my wares to a myriad of establisments and tried to hawk them everywhere I stopped. But not today…today I was off my game.

It's not like I'm stupid. It's not like I haven't been around every small ass town in a 300 mile radius. It's not like I haven't seen a girl in every town, a girl eyeing me up as their bread crumb trail. I know I'm a target. But some days, to be just one persons' salvation, no matter how ill fated and ill conceived, it fixes everything for that moment. I am a man.
What are you if no one needs you?

[*JFB*]

alright,


well i'm sorry if i don't fit in with your family. I guess what i like about mine is that we are all so different but it never seemed to matter. Anyway, i was jsut wondering whether you had the enchiladas or the tamales. I couldn't tell but forget it.Edited by: *JFB*

[swaytosway]

(I don't really know where to go from there because I don't really know what the hell you're talking about)

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[Barefoot2Dream]

smileys/smiley6.gifaw, maaaaaan. This was entertaining, Sway.

[swaytosway]

yeah I took my ball and went home...I was trying to place nice, share, take turns...and I know, we're a big happy phamily, but JFB...you scare me. You sound crazy and not the funny crazy, the what the fuuuuu, servant of the lord, big girls written in capitals, and using a verb tense whereby you portray someone giving their opinion on a real situation...and supermodels?
barefoot I'll start a new one for you, once I get past this trauma, it's not all sweet honey in the home anymore, that requires a paradigm shift.Edited by: swaytosway

[tinkerlion]

have to agree with you sway, that was a weird response.
you do have a great way with words sway, so keep it up.

[tinkerlion]

sway see what you started. my husband's latest myspace blog (http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=15728773&amp;b logID=123337098&amp;Mytoken=011D02E6-73DE-44CE-B6E24ECD2E44763598716671).

[swaytosway]

that's great, tell your hubby I like his skills. Maybe one day we can aspire to a philadelphonic anthology of short stories...if all else fails, maybe just favorite recipesEdited by: swaytosway

[tinkerlion]

the more absurd the short stories, the more interested my hubby would be.

[*JFB*]

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[swaytosway]

no offense JFB, my perspecitive was 'oooohhh creepy', but objectively it could just be a perspective I don't understand. Make sense?

[*JFB*]

it's cool, i know i personalize everything. My teacher once said it's because i'm a self-expressionist. He says i don't need to say much i express in other ways...maybe i should say less, my bad!

[Mr. Cleanface]

(I don't really know where to go from there because I don't really know what the hell you're talking about)

The End


Damn, I tought you 2 would be like peas and carrots seeing as I don't understand a damn thing you posthalf ofthe time sway2!


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