Well, crud. That didnt’ work at all.

I kept forgettting about this blog.  Work got crazy. Home got a new kitten from being stuck in a pipe under the house, and i got obsessed with Midmaps.  Which has now started to pay off in matching organization physically and virtually.

alone in a crwded coffee house.  My sould felt like it shrilvelled ligke a fig and there weren now things I could thuingf of that would feel better than to be gone, bgone gone.

I persisted in existing, however and felt that the best cousre of action would be to get out of the way of the young laughing couple who came in through the door ehind me, soakign wet they were his blue eys aprking beneath blak hari, he brown eye shar and dark and penetrating out from a mass of tangle blonde hari.

[note:aahhh I don’t know wher thei si going!]

You work at the shop.

what

The shop
where all the chops wer made

chops

yeah, the engine block, the fenders,

I’m sorry, you have the wrongperson,

Oh, hey, I apoligize wrong number babe he spoke to hes girlfriend/wife/ wahater

Blue raincoar girl looked to be gone when I saw her smiling sadly at me.

I smiled awan smile and went to the counter to place m oudred.

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from the cold of a wet autumn rain.

She wore a bright flourscent blue viny hooded rain poncho. I was in a white t-shirt with a newspaper over my head.  I was soaked everywhere but the top of my head and the newspaper was now useless.

Pause for a note:
Kill you darlings.-Faulkner? or Fitzgerald?  Who?
The first novel you should destroy your family in.  Then you can start writing well.-Shirley Jackson
End Pause.

The coffee shop, a neighborhood hangout had that warm inviting fire glow despite there not being a fireplace.  There were two couples and a gang of five, with two shop clerks.  One of whom had ring in his right nostril, the other who had a stream of metal silver for her left eyebrow.  I wondered how that was done as I apoligzed for accidentely hitting the woman in the blue flouresecnt poncho’s purse out of her hands.  I bent down to help her [ock it up and it was one of thos moments whe ntime stands still and you look up and everyone,but eeryone is looking ate you, and there doesn’t seem to be a sound in the whold world, but the next tick of a wall clock that must be in the room somewhenre but you don’t remeber seeing and that the next move yo maek could make or break your life forever soyou swart internally but know you can’t freeze time and have to react and you’re afreaid owhich action to take because while there’s always more than one right and one wrong action to take, it always feels like there’s one right acdtion and amillion wrong actions to take and if you dont’ take any then how can you be wrong but living life-you often just ahve to be (which was all goign throug my head as the newspaper fell off my head on to her and my hnad grabbed her hand instead oher purst ena snd eshe looked at me and I could see she was trying relaly hard not to smile.  I prayed for someone to laugh to loosenthe rension, because Ijust couldn’t I was so embarrased.  But no one luahged and she go ther purse and place her order and mine Na I found myself standing

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 http://www.nanowrimo.org/for more about this.This was the last time he would kill her.  It wasn’t that he didn’t love her.  He did.  but things weren’t quite the way he’d imagined they would be.  Starting out so perfect, her smile and laugh captivating him.  She wasn’t a robot, she wasn’t a clone.  She wasn’t even invulnerable.  She just kept coming back, over and over.  Sometimes as a younger copy of herself that he’d never glommed onto until too late and he’d sigh and bring out the knives again.  They’re nice and sharp when you work at a hospital and can liberate them.

Colleen was cute young vivacious girl, endlessly helpful and outgoing and the biggest control freak on the planet.  She made the decision to marry me and I didn’t seem to have much choice.

She sounds like my current wife when I write that.  She’s not.  She was a mistake of my youth.  When we were both in.

To be continued.