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Dear David SedarisDear David Sedaris,Dear David Sedaris
Did you know that you are amazing? Did you know that your novel/collection of short stories/memoir Me Talk Pretty One Day inspired me to write my own memoirs? Did you know that when I got your autograph I was the happiest I’d been in so long I could barely control myself? I don’t know why I feel this way, whether it’s the honesty you convey, or the nonchalance your narration possesses, or the cynicism and sarcasm you express, but something about your life stories and the way you write them affects me deeply. Maybe it’s the unsaid t
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Bare to the BoneA soft noise in the distance made Christopher’s ears quiver. The green-eyed toddler turned his strawberry-blonde head toward the dark hallway to his left to look at the fingers of light crawling from underneath the crevice of his mommy and daddy’s bedroom door. They stretched onto the shadow filled floor, frisking the fuchsia carpet with touches lighter than a ballet dancer’s movements.Bare to the Bone
Another noise, this time slightly louder. It had the soft touch of a feather duster as it ricocheted off the floor and the ceiling until it reached Christopher. The boy’s ears twitch
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The Theory of TruthBy coming here tonight you have unwillingly submitted yourself to the ultimate test of psychology. Your minds will be examined and altered and your concepts of reality will be utterly destroyed. I am the vanguard of your dissection.The Theory of Truth
In the next few minutes I will prove to you a concept that may or may not be completely false.
But there is no way for you to know whether or not I’m telling the truth because in order for you to know I was telling the truth you would have to go inside my mind and experience every last thing I have ever experienced and think every last thought that I
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The Invisible RoomDark and cold air kissed my naked skin cells. I was alone in a room I had never seen before, and still hadn’t. All that was visible were collections of glowing white words scribbled across every surface. But for all I could see they could have been floating. I took a step toward the nearest wall. My foot was heavy with emotions I couldn’t explain. It felt empty. It felt like it had no motivation to make the short trip to the wall. But my scientist mind was too intrigued to be beaten by hindering emotions and I used all my mental strengthThe Invisible Room
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infrared sunsetby `werol
Making it All Up Time is deceptive. Time is passing by in some way so that we can’t really feel it. Who could describe to me the feel of time passing by the skin? Is it like water or air? Time is slipping by us in some way that we can’t grasp it, can’t feel it. Slipping past us before anything about a particular moment can leave its mark on our skin. Scars are the exception to this rule. Scars are what are going to prove to you that I’m lying through my teeth.Making it All Up
But who
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dark deedsby `werol
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Katie.
I just now found your post on the old account. Please, please ignore that account. I am here now. Hi.
I was all confused and now I'm not.
I miss you lots and lots. Thanks for the Favorites and the comments.
I didn't go to St John's today so I just uploaded pictures!
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it looked nice so i shot it
And thank you. I hope you enjoy it.
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