Damn this Dead Romance Stage Play rocks.
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Damn this Dead Romance Stage Play rocks.
I'm over halfway through Dead Romance by Lawrence Miles, and I am very much enjoying the concept of the Sphinx’s and I want to attempt to draw one of them at some point.
I love sending texts to people who have read the same books as me as a form of note taking that would be absolutely incomrehensible to anyone who doesn't know what were referencing.
now that I have a few minutes to actually type properly, enjoy this obscure, esoteric nonsense unless you're already in the know.
new realization: this town will never let us go is the eternal suburbia inside the vortex taken from the bottle, (and the bottle fragments being sucked in by the horror is probably what allowed Inangela to do her thing to try to awaken the horror which is how they broke through in to the bottle, along with whatever damage Cwej did)
I love it when books have characters doing rock paper scissors and actually show the extremely convoluted strategizing that goes on in those few seconds between saying "rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" and picking which one you're gonna use.
in other news, I blame Pokemon for my utter inability to ever remember the proper spelling of the word "scissors"
The fact Christine had sex with Cwej and the very next day took a bunch of pregnancy tests within 24 hours... Girl your sexual health education!!!!
Well, considering this was set in modern times of *1969* and she was born in 1948 and would have done whatever schooling she had in the 50s...
Tragic, Innit?
I close my eyes and I can see you your hair dancing in the wind that laugh ringing like bells in heaven I can almost smell the cherry blossoms and that watermelon candy smell that came off you I try grabbing out to put my hand back in yours but you're not really there and I'm disassociating at work again
The whole fucking kitchen is on fire
I hear your voice from the corners of the room and I'm making a four point search to find that you're not hiding in the corners I just like to fuck with my own head
You know, for the lols
I wish I could control my dreams because I knew as soon as I see you in one I'm going to wake up with your face plastered concretely stuck within my eyelids Painted on the backs so if I close my eyes and look at a light I'll see you in all your goddamn good glory I think about you enough I wish I could keep you out of my mind
You're an advocate for my poor mental health
I'm a sucker for a tragic romance and maybe that's why I cling so tightly to your memory why it's you that I just can't quite get over I never claimed to be able to jump hurdles You'll always be my almost was
A sad step away from the almost is
so I'm reading Dead Romance and-
Have you read Dead Romance by Lawrence Miles (1999)?
yes
no
I didn't finish it
I've never heard of it