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Snow is such a magical thing. Hear me out here; when you’re at home with a hot cup of cocoa, under the plushiest blanket, with a good book – kind of magical. Personally, snowfall, and even blizzard make me think. I always enter a state of peace even during the most vengeful snowstorm. The more I realize all that I could have lost and those I could be mourning, the more I see life and my undeniable luck as a force-field around me that acts semi-impermeably. And that force-field which actually is a membrane only let through enough to bust my ass but not actually kill me. I know that’s silly but anyone who went through half of the nonsense I went through has earned their right to exist relatively peacefully damn it. So I say bring it on mother nature, you’re beautiful when you’re mad.

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Entry-I

Disclaimer: I don’t think I have ever had an idea as crazy as using my personal blog as a personal diary before. Obviously I have not been graced with a visit from Calliope lately so I decided to give in to the next best thing: diary-like entries to keep updating.

Since I started working at boredom.inc I’ve had a lot of free time in my hands. I sit around in the office all day for about eight hours (minus my hour break) looking at lazy photoplasty and read crappy articles on Cracked. On the up side, I have the time to read the books I’ve been putting off reading because of the ever present tests, quizzes and finals that are the scourge of the social college girls. The first week I’ve read this interesting novel by Shan-Sa. I’ve read her work before (Empress) and loved it despite her tedious and poetry-like style of writing so I dug in! It took me a while to finish Alexander and Alestria but when I did it left me with the impression that I just read the script to Alexander (the 2004 movie). I actually liked that movie and I don’t care what the critics say *I’m looking at you Rotten tomatoes* therefore I didn’t mind the similarities. Although It took away some of the reveal the book was enjoyable. Will I read another novel by Shan-Sa? Maybe…we’ll see. I actually heard a lot about La joueuse de go. I promised the little financially responsible goblin in my head that I would read all the books amassing dust on my shelves before I buy new ones. For those of you interested, my little goblin looks like this-

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-Yeah…and his name is Pazuzu hahaha just kidding, it’s Chad.

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Là-bas

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Anita était âgée. Son âge et sa sagesse n’étaient pas de ces attributs qui se comptent en années, mais plutôt de ces particularités enfouies jusqu’à l’os qu’on n’acquiert qu’en passant par l’Hadès. Fille unique de la terre, elle grandit sans mere et sans père. Elle mangeait rarement à sa faim et dormait sur une natte qui ne saurait accommodée les reliques d’un décédé. Cependant gardez-vous bien de la plaindre, elle-même a longtemps cessé de s’apitoyer sur son sort. Elle a très vite compris ce que d’autres passent par une vie de déceptions pour accepter; le déstin éxiste et il n’est pas cordial. Et comme par hasard le déstin a voulu qu’Anita trouve refuge, (si on peut appeler ça ainsi) chez Toma et sa femme Zabèt. Zabèt et Toma n’etaient pas mauvais dans l’âme. Ils commirent des actes déplorables et même condamnables, mais tout cela pouvait être pardonné, racheté par un act de bonté, simplement parce qu’ils avaient donner le jour à Choupette, la meilleure amie d’Anita et sa sœur de cœur.

 

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Le cadeau

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Pour chaque sourire assoupli
Par des millions de baisers miélés
Dédicacés à la lune
Qui me rappelle ces mots échangés.

Pour chaque feuille solitaire
Tournant du vert au rouge
Grandit l’envi de me perdre.

Me noyer dans tes océans
Ou voler l’émeraude de tes yeux?

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M’aime tu un peu?
M’as tu jamais aimé?