| the_last_cat_in_the_alphabet | ||
| ever dumbening |
"Zzyzzyx" The door opens, a close-fitting white t-shirt with a small pink heart located squarely between firm breasts walks outside. "Zzyzzyx, c'mere." The neighborhood evening fills with sense triggers, swelling the edges of the rectangular street grid. A small elevation in the fog allows a slight sun glow--local orange ghosts tonight, not a grand Hollywood setting. A pillar of jasmine by day, a pillar of osmanthus by night. Drawn by scent. The delicious, warming sound of Vietnamese words bounces out of eleven mouths. Cars load, family parts. The centurian plant. A purple waterfall of bougainvillea. Low hanging, thin wispy pine needles guard an open door. Something in the particular wood that's burning returns me to Asia. |
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| -{::EphemeralArcs::}- | I like this ever dumbening.(though if I wrote it I would've used more adjectives and less nouns, but that's just my preferance. meow.) | 020627 |