Sep 6, 2025
the number ninety-seven is a perfectly good number, i don’t know why they are so hesitant to say it. it’s true that it is ‘more than ninety’ and it is also ‘almost a hundred’ but this number has a name. it’s name is ‘ninety-seven’
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the number ninety-seven is a perfectly good number, i don’t know why they are so hesitant to say it. it’s true that it is ‘more than ninety’ and it is also ‘almost a hundred’ but this number has a name. it’s name is ‘ninety-seven’
What Do You See? (#97)
Choose 4 things within 4 feet of you and write for 4 minutes. One sentence each. <><><><><> The sweatshirt that I wore to the 3rd Annual Never Walk Alone Suicide Prevention Walk this morning is draped over a kitchen stool. 🧥 Oh no, my pencil case spilled on the floor, sending a rainbow of colors rolling across the room. 🌈 The coupon for a free sandwich is staring at me from the end table; I…
So I've had the Alkaline Trio song, "ninety-seven" on my Itunes for quite sometime now. I look at it now and it says I've listened to it 97 times... Not sure if I wanna listen to it again just cuz of how much of a coincidence this is.... :(
Oh, love.
Ninety-Seven
I‘d become aware that the way some of the girls at the monastery looked at us had changed since Ntozake and me were going steady. They probably felt left out when they heard us laugh the way we occasionally did. Like kids. A kind of music some of the girls may never have heard before ...
It was a summer evening, the sun not quite down yet. I lay on my back and relished the glow in Ntozake‘s eyes, feeling myself like an overripe fruit about to explode. I reached out for her and drank that smile from her plum colored lips. Feeling it run down my throat like an intoxicating liquid, radiating from the pores of my skin, myself about to evaporate in a sigh of pleasure so abundant it was painful ...
And then I said something so stupid we both cracked up in the most hilarious laughter ever heard within the walls of a monastery: »I feel kind of ... you know, Buddha-like?«
Ntozake blinked: »Whu …?« It dawned on me what a silly thing I‘d just said and she saw the realization take shape in my eyes, and the two of us fell on top of each other howling with laughter, and holding on to each other to keep from drowning in our silliness ...
