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[evedescending]

In a series of film stills and stereoscopic views, I recall my father, hairy and bold, standing resolute on our front stoop; my father, hands on his spine on the floor in a spasm; my father, dancing over the stairs. Skin grey-cast, thick arms supple as old softballs, he grins. He sings a bad song about RNA transcription. He tells a dark joke and

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[schiarire]

Your writing just gets stronger and stronger! How? Eventually, I'm going to enviously kill you in Shakespearean (read: sexy?) way.

[schiarire]

SEE, that lacks an article! *weeps*

[tinuviel8994]

Foof. That was from last year--I haven't written anything like that in agesssssssss. What with college it's all totally gone.

[schiarire]

I actually totally thought it was a personal statement for college.

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[anonymous]

Eve: Since you told me about your journal last year, I looked at it a few times and enjoyed the dark & light sides. Now as Thanksgiving approaches and I may see you there, I figured I'd take another look at more recent stuff. Knowing the 'father' character, it's highly amusing to see him from your POV. Sorry you term yourself the 'fat daughter' This culture demonizes anyone who's not bone thin and there's no joy in bone thinness. Enjoying what I read here. It seems on line journaling, showing it all to all of us, is the way to go now. I just found the shred of paper w/ your url on it and then there you are. You know who this is.............BP