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Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs
My mother is standing in front of the bathroom mirror smelling polished and ready; like Jean Nate, Dippity Do and the waxy sweetness of lipstick.
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
The Salinas Valley is in Northern California.
The Straw Men by Michael Marshall
Palmerston is not a big town, nor one that can convincingly be said to be at the top of its game.
Vineland by Thomas Pynchon
Later than usual one summer morning in 1984, Zoyd Wheeler drifted awake in sunlight through a creeping fig that hung in the window, with a squadron of blue jays stomping around on the roof.
Collected Fictions by Jorge Luis Borges
In 1517, Fray Bartolomé de las Casas, feeling great pity for the Indians who grew worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines, proposed to Emperor Charles V that Negroes be brought to the isles of the Caribbean, so that they might grow worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines.
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posted Tuesday, September 18, 2001
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As I was purchasing my buddy pass for Vail today, I happened to catch a glimpse of a beautiful boy. Okay, so I did more than catch a glimpse. He was working at the sporting goods store, looking very busy, walking to and fro, and since the line I was standing it was taking such an awfully long time to move, I casually sauntered over to the shoe section in hopes he would help me.
Tony ? not "Sty" as his nametag read ? was enough to cause me a headache by himself without the screaming children in the store. He was so attractive, it hurt. I watched him come closer out of the corner of my eye, and when he approached and asked to help, I let him help me try on a few shoes. I was very professional with him, never giving him a reason to think I might be interested. I squeezed every last drop of conversation surrounding the shoes I was trying on, and thanked him for helping me. He smiled and I felt a stabbing pain in my chest.
I don't think I've ever been around anyone who I found attractive enough to cause me physical pain. This is pretty intense stuff (thus my recording it). He was so beautiful, it scared me. The things I would do. I stopped myself as background processes in my mind conjured preposterous, insidious plans and constructed deleterious thoughts. I felt sick to my stomach. I closed my eyes and tried to put myself somewhere else.
I have never felt this before. How could a simple glimpse or a few minutes interaction, cause me so much mental turmoil? I felt my face flush and my ears burn. Everything in the store faded out. Time seemed to slow to a molasses pace like a bad movie effect. I breathed in and it took everything I had to focus on the task at hand. I wonder if I'll ever feel this way about someone who feels the same way about me.
Actually, that scares me even more.
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