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King of carrot flowers pt. 2
Light filters through a thread worn tapestry that depicts either a dragon or an iguana that’s amped up on ‘roids and somewhat else. ( Not that such really matters ) -
King of carrot flowers pt, 1
Performance highs. One of the best and brightest things about getting up on stage and making a noise. With the last round of applause done, Miki sets about unplugging her equipment, grinning ear to ear and hurling pleasant obscenities at the people she’s been playing with ( for the last hour or forever. ) -
waving not drowning
It’s a rough sort of evening in Termina, the rain pelting down harder than it had all month. Word on the street was that a typhoon was due in over the next couple days, and from the way the winds were blowing it seemed incredibly likely that such was the case ( Read more... ) -
Gravity Rides Everything
On certain cold nights, one finds it’s the sort of time when a body wanders down to the dwelling of others, to bask in the warmth of company and ( keep the thought of winter at bay. ) -
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There's a pile of mail waiting by the entryway as Miki steps into the apartment. Keeping said pile of mail company is a very small potted palm tree. A star and rope of garland made of tinfoil and spray painted shaped pasta adorns the little tree. Smiling, Miki picks it up and takes it over to an orange crate by the window, flipping the light-switch ( Read more... ) -
Left and leaving
Out in Northampton, the sun shines brilliantly on a world coated in ice. A calm breeze blows through, rather in contrast to those in Termina at the moment. A short ‘pamph’ sounds in the air, depositing two individuals on the sidewalk in front of Miki’s apartment. Pulling out an envelope as she makes her way up the steps, she fingers it for moment ( Read more... ) -
we will become silhouettes
Tuesdays and Thursdays had worked out to be the days when Miki headed back to El Nido. As such, one of the lads was usually waiting for her in the rain. Bluster was put up about getting soaked due to her tendency towards running late, which was followed up by a ritual series of ‘your mom’ jokes on the way back to wherever they’d chosen to ( Read more... )