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Each of these postcards captures the essence of what I wish I had the courage to make my livejournal be.

They are just the truth about the posters' lives, revealed in their anononymity as it was concealed by their identity.

The morning sun hits the haze which hovers over the parking lot from within, making the air white, hot, and opaque as a bowl of warm milk. You left your air conditioned job less than a minute ago, and already your clothes hang sodden and limp, wilting in the wet heat. You slog through the glowing air, unable to tell where the haze ends and your ( Read more... )

Phone in pocket rings
Summer rain drowns out signal
Worthless piece of junk

Perhaps the most commented on section of the seder is that of the Four hypothetical Sons -- Wise, Evil, Simple, and Doesn't Know To Ask -- each asking (or not) his little question and getting his pat answer. The section for the Evil son starts (from memory, so cut me a bit of slack):

Evil, what does he say?
"What is this service to youSaying "you ( Read more... )

Your joints pop and realign themselves as you step out of yet another train. Commuters look at your huge bag, wondering why anyone would want to spend that much time here. Maybe you're projecting. You know you don't want to spend more than a few hours here ( Read more... )

95 flows by beneath you ( Read more... )

The Amish have something everybody needs (and I don't just mean dressy pants in which they can do real work). They have a custom called rumspringa in which they go into the outside world without the restrictions of their religion, and find out each for himself whether he wants to place those restrictions upon him ( Read more... )

You're drinking your fourth cup of cheap coffee. High school students gossip in the booth next to you, their unwelcome cheerful voices grating and offensive in your depression. You look across the table at your best friend, and wonder what you'll do when he moves away this summer ( Read more... )

Pretentious poems flow
Like hailstones in false springtime
No substance, wet slush