I remember from somewhere the phraze "Make it new". Even I can't retell the same story twice to the same person whose alreadry heard the same story once.
Your never to old to hang out at the library Especially if you've wrapped your car around an electric pole a week earlier.
Feeling as giddy as I could feel, walking the ilses while waitting for a ride home. Swiftly to the one place in the library I know as my retreat from all things mature. Rounding corners with a pace and purpose of meeting dead authors that i know so well. hidden in a social setting My neglected treasure of printed influences. the poetry section
i turned the last corner and dropped my jaw in awe. two teenagers are doing the tounge tango between edna stvincent millay and tennesse willaims. The three of us all gasped to attention not imediatly comprehending the complexity of the impeding moment we stood there in ackwardness looking at each other and briefly comtemplating if one of the three of us was was going to leave.
then before i could blink their giggles erupted into a wurl wind cyclone of backpacks and braclets undarkend hickies and an exiting frollic of theatrical proportions swuned to the back of the isle like i was some kind of freakish ghoul mildly making them uncomfortable i'm not sure wich one was the girl or the boy at that point
lieing on the floor my jaw unhindged my eye browes still anchored by some perplexity unforeseen. stillness past over me like the stoppping of the wind. conjeston and my senses raised my attention back to focus. a final thought grumbled from under my lips;
what do these kids think, no one reads this stuff. that they can just hide out back here in paradise playing the hickie suffle all afternoon?
Hi, ChristopherAllen, There is something familiar in Make it New. I love the lines my eye browes still anchored by some perplexity unforeseen. Glad that you are able to share this glimpse into the library stacks. They are full of surprises.
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There is something familiar in Make it New. I love the lines my eye browes still anchored by some perplexity unforeseen. Glad that you are able to share this glimpse into the library stacks. They are full of surprises.