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| EddieZilker |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vector A
Maude is waiting for you. Maude is waiting for you in all her seriousness and splendor, under her gilded onion dome, in that city which I cannot name at this time, Maude waits. Maude is what you lack, the profoundest of your lacks. Your every yearn since the first yearn has been a yearn for Maude. |
For some reason, the Maude character in my mind is a classic feminist, in spite of her dominant heterosexuality, who refuses to shave her legs, in spite of her dominant heterosexuality, and has hygiene issues. She lived in France for five years after college but can't speak much French beyond the usual greetings, goodbyes, and courtesies; along with being able to order anything slathered in butter that goes well with most red wines. She lives with four cats and a dog who she named after the first and last man she ever slept with - Rupert - who is as harmless bordering on effeminate as his namesake. She is impossible to tolerate for extended periods, whether she's on them or not, and is fortunate enough to live on a trust fund; simply because she is unemployable.
Fortunately, there is no one I yearn for, less. |
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| Vector A |
| Her name was Mrs. Davis, she said, and TUB was best for important cleaning experiences, in her opinion. So we went to lunch at a Mexican restaurant which as it happened she owned, she took me into the kitchen and showed me her stacks of handsome beige tortillas and the steam tables which were shiny-brite. I told her I wasn’t very good with women and she said it didn’t matter, few men were, and that nothing mattered, now that Jake was gone, but I would do as an interim project and sit down and have a Carta Blanca. So I sat down and had a cool Carta Blanca, God was standing in the basement reading the meters to see how much grace had been used up in the month of June. Grace is electricity, science has found, it is not like electricity, it is electricity and God was down in the basement reading the meters in His blue jump suit with the flashlight stuck in the back pocket. |
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| EddieZilker |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vector A
Her name was Mrs. Davis, she said, and TUB was best for important cleaning experiences, in her opinion. So we went to lunch at a Mexican restaurant which as it happened she owned, she took me into the kitchen and showed me her stacks of handsome beige tortillas and the steam tables which were shiny-brite. I told her I wasn’t very good with women and she said it didn’t matter, few men were, and that nothing mattered, now that Jake was gone, but I would do as an interim project and sit down and have a Carta Blanca. So I sat down and had a cool Carta Blanca, God was standing in the basement reading the meters to see how much grace had been used up in the month of June. Grace is electricity, science has found, it is not like electricity, it is electricity and God was down in the basement reading the meters in His blue jump suit with the flashlight stuck in the back pocket. |
Definitely Rupert. |
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| EddieZilker |
| I suppose I've completely mischaracterized Maude, as well, then. |
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| LAdazeNYnights |
| a bit later, but let's make it happen |
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| srussell0018 |
| I really want to see what Eddie looks like, but I'm busy tonight. HEAR THAT VIVID. BUSY. WITH A GIRL. NOT ON THE INTERNET. |
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| LAdazeNYnights |
| we should make this happen again |
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| Joss Weatherby |
| Meh, sausage fest. |
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| LAdazeNYnights |
let's make this happen again sometime ASAP
and if we can get more than 2 people that would be awesome
otherwise i guess it's just bnnannas and i getting faced
but i'm sure more will join, RIGHT? |
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