little blue design

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

maybe... the point of all of this will change. maybe this is my coming to terms with all things location. and yet pause. what the hell does that mean. a coming to terms with anything is better suited to itself when it is called a coming to a understanding that does not necessarily come to any kind of resolution. and yet... I digress.

I am turning 30 this year. I have yet to establish a meaningful romantic relationship with anybody in my life. I am dissatisfied with my weight, I believe is blogger speak for I view myself as fat, and just before Christmas this year I was laid off. ba humb bug?

Saturday, December 19, 2009

This is Dennis, I love Dennis. He is the main herd man over at Traders point. I wonder if

Dennis would be happy living in my apartment. . . I wonder if he likes cats?

Thursday, November 12, 2009

the dark and very bad wolf...

After the size of his form, his teeth were the first thing to be noticed. The woods were very dark in the fading light and his coat dark as pitch. His mouth was lauded open and his teeth shone like moon slivers almost floating it the air. That is until he spoke.

“I may gnash my terrible teeth and bite metal bars as though they are bits of brittle bone. But you should make no small notice of my glittering eyes and wit that compliment those teeth.”

Scarlet looked at her hand that lay with its palm pressed into the cool wet ground and then at the shadowy outline of the wolfs paw… which was a hands width away…

“My teeth are not so sharp”, she began. “And my grey eyes only glitter a little green in the sunlight. But my wit may be so acute, as to please a black wolf.” She waiting glancing towards his face to see if she should go on.

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Little hooded Scarlet went for a walk…

It was had not been easy for Scarlet to beg for her life. Her pride aside she was tired right down to her bones after walking miles and miles lost in woods and not above sitting down on the wet ground. The chilled air had frozen her lips to the point that they felt thin and foreign; and the words on her tongue came out garbled and halting.

“If you have come to eat me,” she began “I think you will find your meal somewhat lacking. I am not so young a girl as you might find perhaps a little less deep in your woods black wolf.”

The wolf continued to watch her, moving along a bit as he pulled his long pink tongue back between the wicked white teeth. His size too seemed to decrease as she spoke, so that when the last syllable of her speak echoed against the trees he was only the size of the largest wolf she had ever seen and not as large as say perhaps a small mountain.

They stood for some time not moving until Scarlet’s stomach broke the still with a low garble, to which the wolf rotated one of his ears in her direction. She sighed as sitting opened her bag and pulled out the lone apple and wedge of salted pork…