Blurbs (1/?)
Wednesday, June 29th, 2011Her disposition suits her pallor
the night sky is tinged with orange from the street lamps. As it lightens, I see a purple penumbra kissing the edges of my vision with an lurking, purple glow.
In my dreams I experience an existential calmness. I am one with myself, a shallow experience where I have been taken along for a ride.
His eyes are brown and comfortable to look at
She looked at the ergonomic office chair. It glared back through the shine of its lofty armrests, the netted ‘breathable’ stripes stretched taut to form the back on an unsightly curvy frame. The stub of its readjustment bar smiled sarcastically. She threw her laptop at it and screamed. “F*CK YOUUUU!”
Wouldn’t it be better to say “Some things weren’t meant to be questions” rather than “Some questions weren’t meant to be answered”? I would say so; it’s much more precise. Furthermore, questions are questions only because they beg answers. Otherwise, it’s a fact. Or there would have been an Unsolved Mysteries episode on it. Do you remember the printed “purple lightening” backdrop?
His eyes were blue and his eyebrows, expressive. He reminds me of Tintin. Or an Egon Schiele portrait.
Max Ernst
