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Is Dead[period] [Feb. 20th, 2006|03:46 pm]
Bowser's Dungeon of Words


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Georgia Burns is a regular Goth. She fits all the descriptions: facial piercings, dyed hair, a couple tatts here and there and the quintessential Hot Topic shit kickers. She knows that presentation is everything so she wears these with her head proudly looking down. Her mascara and eyeliner, much too thick, attract other Goths. She goes to a well-known art school, of course, and bares her tormented soul in the form of dark and delirious poems with accompanying oil paintings. Georgia is dead.

Henry Stone is a custodian at the art-school that Georgia went to. Someone has to pick up the shredded canvases and discards of the geniuses that, in vain, seek their masterpiece. He has worked there for twenty-one years and is able to identify the true artists from the “wanna-bes.” Most of these kids have at least one great piece that shows the truth. The truth. Henry has always noticed one particular student. Not noticed sexually but more like the way you would notice an interesting person while people watching. He’s seen their artwork and read their poetry. Henry has the key into each studio. There’s no great talent in that particular student but there is something dying to get out, absolutely dying and trying. Henry is dead.

Jack O’Neil is a long time fan of the Boston Red Sox: a long time being his 11 years of life. He is the pride and joy of his parents and they bask in the glory of everything he does. Recently Jack has taken a liking to a girl in his class. She is a vision of heaven he tells his parents. For Valentine’s Day he makes her a special card and professes his undying, sixth grade love. During lunch he notices her and her friends giggling in his direction. He whips out his cell-phone to tell his mother, who is probably cleaning the house. His family likes to be in constant contact. Before the day is out, Jack is dead.

Deidre Johnson is working her ass of to be valedictorian of her high school. She takes all the right classes and is in all the right clubs and does just enough community service. Her only rival is the brown-nosing prick who sits too close to her in almost every class: AP this and AP that. Dee always thinks to herself of how wonderful it will be to tell her parents that the number one student in her prestigious, backwoods school is she but Deidre is dead.

You my reader are sitting down somewhere comfortable reading this. Music plays or you just fester in the silence that is now. You may have been daydreaming of alternate futures while your glazed eyes passed over the letters. Then again it is always a possibility that you took every word to heart but that would be trying to hard. Nonetheless you’ve got tomorrow ahead of you and plans for the weekend. Do you wonder why things happen or better yet, what happened? Don’t you know that no matter what happened to the aforementioned characters they all had one thing in common? I won’t condescend to tell you what that was because chances are you, like myself, have it too.

Do your worst.
Thank you.


From: sugarcookies___
2006-02-21 02:42 am (UTC)
I liked the snapshots of each person.

The concluding paragraphy was kinda confusing and vague, and not in a good way. The idea was right, but the words didn't quite convey what it seemed you were trying to say.

"I won’t condescend to tell you what that was because chances are you, like myself, have it too." I really wanted to say, "AIDS?!"
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[User Picture]From: pedestrian101
2006-02-21 03:03 am (UTC)
death. not aids. maybe i should have told you want they had in common...
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From: sugarcookies___
2006-02-21 04:50 am (UTC)
hahaha, no, i knew it was death. the "_____ is dead" at the end of each paragraph clued me off... lol

i guess i just think aids is funny today
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