I killed the party again.

[zimsa]

so i got myself thinking--
well, i didn't really, but i'm kind of bored and find myself with no homework to do and the actual opportunity to go to bed at a reasonable hour, so naturally i am shaken.
i was recently reminded of that line from the movie lilo and stitch that is like "ohana means family and that's forever" or something like that. if i

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[moshforjesus]

the cds didnt finish sending :-( ... guess we'll have to do it again!

[ewicfahbah]

Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind.
jackass.

[imdrummingontou]

this is like that time i jokingly asked you if you had "Hollaback Girl" and wanted to send it to me and you had it and did send it to me.
this is like that.

[ewicfahbah]

you can thank sam for that

[imdrummingontou]

oh right
i forgot he was the source of it

thanks sam!

[weskaplan]

i missed these updates

[zimsa]

you won't have to miss them anymore.
well, maybe.
we'll see how long this semi-regularity lasts.

toni here

[anonymous]

I was inspirational?
"Me? Me?"

Re: toni here

[zimsa]

You.

The nape of her neck, sweating in the bright lamplight, bringing about the has it really been a year? memories, choosing when to look up and when to hide away, that is where he first laid his eyes upon her. She had dreams of taking off her feet and hanging her toes on the shelf to dry. Breathing in, she took in the letters and words around her, making them only say "to live."

You.

--by Toni, or Sam

your turn

Re: toni here

[steifanyi]

"To live."
She felt him inside her. Inside was damp. Wet? Her heart was thumping twice as fast, twice as thick, like his heart had slipped into her rid cage to find its partner. Along. She had let him give her good days. But now good was just an imprint in wet concrete, like she had to press with calloused fingertips. She wondered, might I feel it if I press long enough? With softened skin and melted blisters, might my hands, after all these years, fit?

-Toni, Stephanie

keep going?

Re: toni here

[zimsa]

Broken and tired, he left the mat on the floor, sheets heavy with regret and damp with lovers' tears. There she was, the sun itself, blinding him, yet not allowing him to turn away. She fed him, fed him the energy that he needed to keep going, until he was shriveling in her glow.
Naked and alone, he was her moon, shining in the night, lighting a time that was not to be lit. Night. Her skin, deep as the river she was birthed into, knew no bounds. Where her fingertips stopped his began and there was no distinction from the crease in his forhead to the fold under her breast. They had been melted together and like this they would stay.
Forever.

--T-bone, S-dog

that was a good one.
now you.

[steifanyi]

I have secrets. The moon is too bright and my space is too small. Forever is not forever when fingertips feel. Feel and I remember. I remember you. I remember eighteen and gentle and soft lips. Mine. You fooled me. And you will do it again until melted soul lets worry come. Yours. Worry come to me like mud fall. I tried to tell you but I could not. Eighteen, gentle, soft lips had baby. Then you go, you go from me. Baby almost stay but I. Worry came I have to give her. Worry come. And I gave. And you dont even rememory?

-TM, SU

(anyone who reads this should know that these are made up characters)

[zimsa]

Inside, the voice was loud. Let's create a time when the sheets were new and I couldn't touch my toes. I turn around, smelling the zinneas as I tend to the garden. This was a time when Mama would help me, hold my hand, touch my cheek. But now, destroyed and forgotten, I can no longer feel those fingers, worn to the bone, warm blood pumping. She looked at him. But for the first time, she truly saw him. Whispers escaping from his pores, she knew that he was she and she was Her and Her was not the one she thought she was. Her was something completely different, something she knew she could never give him. He knew Mama, and sure, loved her too, but could he love she?
It was by mid-April that the baby dropped, and by mid-Septemper the leaves had as well. Fingers tied, looking to the evening sky, she saw that all was done with the world. With him, with she, and even, just even,

The nape of her neck.

---THANKS FOR READING MY BOOK MY NAME IS TONI MORRISON OR MAYBE SAM ZIMMAN

[steifanyi]

We're going to read this out loud on tuesday. i put all of them together in a word document. it needs a title.