9.18.2009

oi... it has been over a week.

i'm not myself.

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he watched my eyes when he asked me questions. his brown eyes blended with his pupils, and i couldn't define the two. i apparently looked up and to the right when remembering, and up and to the left when creating. down and to the right when imagining. apparently, i'm always spot on to what the book says.

"imagine a purple house that's on fire." up, left.
"what sound does a duck make?" center, left. auditory rememberance.
"what colour was your first car?" up, right.

i like it because he knows when i'm not lying. which is always. i also like it because i don't feel intimidated even though he asks all sorts of questions.

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this is an excerpt that's been buzzing around in my head for a while.

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actually, fuck this. spider solitaire is more brain clearing. goodnight, blog. maybe i'll write something useful soon.



love,
jes.

p.s. asymmetrical eyes. i think that's what my book would be called.

p.p.s. upon rereading this, i think it necessary: "imagine him naked." "haha, again?" "well, in a towel." "haha, okay." "in a GREEN towel." "no. guys are only sexy in white towels... mmm..."

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