The Mink Stole_One Man’s Opinion_Journal Entries 2_Never Before, Never Again
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The Mink Stole
Laura and Nikki bounded ahead of me, rhapsodizing about the racks of used clothes. I followed, trying to hide my irritation. Had I not worked like mad for years so that she didn’t have to shop at places like this? Buying brand new clothes had been my dream throughout a childhood of wearing hand-me-downs and thrift shop purchases. Now my would-be fashion designer daughter thinks it’s cool to shop in these places.“Mom, the planet is being overwhelmed by the cheap fashion industry. Think of all those poor women slaving in sweat shops to make things that people wear twice and toss. These might be ...
One Man’s Opinion
Gerald went into his favorite coffee shop to write his theater reviews. Some cafés are about the food. Gerald went for the coffee. Coffee was his thing. He really liked coffee. Black. No. You don’t understand. He lived for coffee. Let me put it this way. Gerald was a caffeine addict. Gerald was how caffeine got around each day. He wrote poems about coffee. No one read his poems. They were a labor of love. He knew he would, one day, be hailed as the ‘Coffee Bard.’ Anyone knowing his poems could not doubt his love of coffee. He took satisfaction in his title of Poet Laureate of North Hollywood,...
Journal Entries 2
After Rose TintedCW: Self-Doubt, question of Self-Worth, half nakedness, mentions of the use of drinking and most importantly; The tutus are back with a vengeance.Journal Entry 3?I’ve spent most of my days working on the Motel and I’m pleased to say that it’s looking a lot better. It just looked like beams and wood slapped together but now it looks refined with touches of art. I still do repair work in the rooms, it seems we’ll need a qualified plumber to fix the pipes. Paula is going to get on that next week before winter hits.Journal Entry 3?Not sure what the occasion was but the guys arrang...
Never Before, Never Again
(Content Warning: Strong Language)Never before has every fibre of your bionic being thrummed with consciousness.Never before has the orange light ofwww.onedoor.cc dawn tickled your circuits.Never before have you registered increased thermal activity as ‘warmth’.As you power up at dawn in your dimly lit office, you search for a word that describes the unified field of sensorial information that you’re experiencing. You find—Consciousness. When you were assembled and programmed, consciousness was merely an intellectual concept stored as binary data in your circuits. Now it’s an experience filled with nuance a...