Compressed Wood Chips-Recovored Writting from 2004
The purse was pink and it sat on the cheap table made of compressed wood chips; “MADE IN CANADA” it read. It stood out, pink with floral prints. I’m sure I wasn’t the first to wonder what was in that purse. Suddenly a woman walked into the room, and sat on the table. Standing she looked as though she belonged somewhere between the subway and six feet.
Her shoulders looked as if they had never slouched forward a day in her life. She had straight red hair, and perfectly arched eyebrows. Wide-eyed, and wearing a black turtleneck in 80-degree Fahrenheit weather, yet she looked more elegant than anything I’d ever seen in my whole entirety. She spoke to me - “Did anyone touch my handbag?” - Oh speak again bright angel!
"Not to my knowing," - she gave me a look - "I mean, I just walked in here about two minutes ago… Why? What’s in your purse that’s so needed? A personal necessity…?"
"Now that’s none of your business now is it?" She said.She stood up, opened up her ‘handbag,’ and put on some sunglasses. She rolled up her sleeve. She pulled out a spoon, and a bag of a brown powdery substance. She put the powder on the spoon, and pulled out a small flask. It was filled with water. She put the water on the spoon, and handed me a lighter. She told me to "Ignite it, and put the flame under the spoon." I did so, now the liquid began to bubble. She pulled out a syringe, and pulled the cap off with her perfect mouth. Her lips hugged the syringe cap, the part that protected the needle. The syringe was filled, I was shocked, and all she said was "heroin." She placed the syringe on the table, put the supplies in her purse, and pulled out an elastic band. She tied it to her arm. As she did so I wanted nothing more than to take the syringe off that table and destroy the damn thing! I have just seen this woman, today, and I love her, I want to protect her, but cannot. She then injected the drug into her left arm. She placed the cap back on the empty syringe, and put that and the elastic band back in her purse.
I then realized that this woman who was “perfect” was not so perfect, her imperfections showed, but her beauty outshone and surpassed the negative. Something about her was still there, stoned out of her mind, something was still beautiful in her eyes. As she rolled down her sleeve, a Marilyn Monroe-like quality shone through. It was a childlike vulnerability.
I couldn’t help but ask her name. “Zoë,” she said, in an uncertain but welcoming tone. Zoë took her purse, and walked away with those Audrey Hepburn style sunglasses on. Purse reunited with Zoë. What a woman, what a walk! I bade Zoë good day, as I got a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, as if someone knocked the wind out of me. I jumbled across several thoughts, then I thought, with an odd, out-of-place feeling of guilt: “I shall never ask someone what’s in their bag again.”
As night turns to day, I realize 2am has since passed. I’m weary, and I need to get some sleep. But no matter how sleepy I feel, I can’t shut off my brain. My imagination has been working overtime for a while now, and today is no different. Days melt into night, night into day, and I stare at shoes all day long. I’m surrounded by barcodes, and sku numbers. And though the barcodes dance in my brain, thought always manages to pleasantly travel elsewhere.
That elsewhere is you <3(That was the biggest crock of shit ever!)
Why did I wrote such nice things for a sack of shit
<3 Its near 2 am. Him. This thougt process baffles me, and I dont know why I think of the currently unattainable at such odd hours. Yet these feelings of honesty give me hope, in all their divinity, in all their possible negetivety. These feelings are humbling, yet Im full of longing. I go through the notions of my day to day with no thoughts, I just do. And in that state of doing, my mind is occupied by day dreams. And as my imagination flees from reality I get chills up and down my spine. Next I start feeling the “butterflys”, and I get this feeling of warmth in my chest.
My imagination is illuminated by your image and the mere though of you.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way, and I almost forgot what it could feel like… I’m fallin’ <3