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[jinx_blues]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.

Comments

[starlaborne]

Do you remember the time you came over to Ireland last year & we went out to The Fiddlers Bar in Carrickmacross & started drinking whisky & guinness at 1PM. By 8PM we got the dancing shoes on & diddly-dee'ed to the good oul Irish folk music playing loudly in the bar. I was doing my Irish dancing while you were playing the fiddle! By 6AM we were ready to hit the road for a much needed sleep!

[jinx_blues]

Of course I remember, dearest, for I'd never danced that way before nor since, nor with a fairer partner, or played fiddle as such that I thought my fingers might fall from my hands, and there you were with a grin as big as a crocodile's and I didn't want to leave, but I knew if I didn't, I'd have danced my feet down to stumps and had to be carted around in a wagon everafter!

[manue7a]

Remember when you visited me in Finland last year? The first evening when we went for a walk in the woods and got lost? Waiting for daybreak had no sense for it wouldn´t come for the next few months. It was getting so cold after a while that the thought of freezing to death was an option which knocked reluctantly at the backdoor of our minds, but none of us said so. You told me later that you thought about it as well. So we kept on walking, awed by the vastness of the forest. Being lost and with no sense of direction made us feel very small and insignificant. It was a good feeling in a way.
After hours we were finally picked up by car that came by. Unfortunately the driver was very fond of chain saw games...oh wait, that part was not a memory, it was a movie. Mixed isomething up there, sorry.

[jinx_blues]

And I kept touching my face, but to no avail, because I couldn't feel my nose nor my fingers, and our breath made puffs of steam so that we must have looked like locomotives or dragons. I was indeed afraid of freezing, and thought of striking some statuesque pose, so that when they came upon us all frozen in the morning we would look like two sculptures dropped from an aircraft on it's way to a gallery.

[kimberly_tries]

one afternoon you said, “is there a way out of here?” the way people ask sometimes.
i wasn’t sure what you meant, if you just wanted to go to the diner, get high, get lost in the woods, run away for a while, or really get out of here. So, i took you literally. i built a cardboard spaceship and brought it over later that night, along with two large glass fish bowls. You laughed when i told you it was a spaceship. So i borrowed your marker and wrote SPACESHIP on it so there wouldn’t be anymore confusion, or laughing. I’d worked hard on it. You wanted to know what the fish bowls were for. I told you they were so we could breathe in outer space. You were trying really hard not to laugh again, and your efforts made me smile

[jinx_blues]

I spent most of the next day shaking moonsand out of my socks and watching new stations for the up-to-the-minute reports about the discovery of graham crackers on the moon. "This just in: NASA engages in talks to discuss making smores in low-gravity conditions". It wasn't until I saw the footage of a stumbling extraterrestrial that it dawned on me: we'd forgotten to bring back the wine. I needed that holiday, and your spaceship was brilliant.

[luciferxiii]

Evading the vicious attack of Jungian Water Bear Communities...

[I don't need to elaborate. You know. You were there.]