Written by BEmagical
• 21 Jul 2010
I used to collect vintage hardback books and rip out the inside pages, with the intention of writing my own stories and binding them on the inside. My favorite is one called Life Through the Ages, with a Paleozoic Era Rhinoceros on the cover.
One day I’ll fill it with a new story. But first, I’ve got to rip out the old pages, making space by burning them away.
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Written by BEmagical
• 18 Jul 2010
My Honda hasn’t properly prepared me for the maintenance required to hang with a truly magnificent woman. It runs just fine with very little attention. It’s withstood an 11 month gap between oil changes, 3 break-ins, 1 theft, 2 stolen stereos, one smashed windshield, and all the subtle bumper nicks from ultra tight, late night parking miracles on the hills of Queen Anne.
The car is resilient for having been maintained as little as it has been, to the tune of 20 empty coffee cups stacked neatly in the broken glove compartment, doubling now as an excellent shelf. The car’s been dependable. Even if it looks like a Chop Shop’s mascot. It could run off pop rocks and Bath and Body works bubble bath blended with banana peals before it even clunked out.
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