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shopgirljoan) wrote2011-07-07 12:38 pm
shopgirljoan) wrote2011-07-07 12:38 pm
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It looks like my files will be recoverable, thank hell, and I'm in the process of sorting it out. But for now, have a rubbishy little snippet I wrote this morning :)
London
It’s wet, grey and muggy, the sort of heavy wetness that doesn’t do anything. Comforting, homely, all-consuming greyness. Like fresh air after those hot, fast years in one of the more notorious areas of LA. Sun and long warm nights, drink and music and spandex and glitter and leather and drugs and sex in an endless circle, never stopping. Makes your mind feel sticky and tired in the end.
I can still see him in front of me, 6ft 1” of pure Californian White Trash, black spiky hair all over the place, pink painted lips arranged in a little smirk which makes my insides turn over still. Dressed in tight leather pants and some ridiculous looking jacket with glittery shoulder pieces, he’s right there in all his glory, that wild, arrogant, talented, dangerous and broken creature.
But that’s over now. I’m going down the pub for a few pints and I'll watch the match there. Maybe go to the chippy afterwards. All those familiar, comforting things I used to do in The Time Before.
I couldn’t give him what he needed and that’s the end of it. But maybe I did him some good somewhere along the line. It’s the best I can hope for.
London
It’s wet, grey and muggy, the sort of heavy wetness that doesn’t do anything. Comforting, homely, all-consuming greyness. Like fresh air after those hot, fast years in one of the more notorious areas of LA. Sun and long warm nights, drink and music and spandex and glitter and leather and drugs and sex in an endless circle, never stopping. Makes your mind feel sticky and tired in the end.
I can still see him in front of me, 6ft 1” of pure Californian White Trash, black spiky hair all over the place, pink painted lips arranged in a little smirk which makes my insides turn over still. Dressed in tight leather pants and some ridiculous looking jacket with glittery shoulder pieces, he’s right there in all his glory, that wild, arrogant, talented, dangerous and broken creature.
But that’s over now. I’m going down the pub for a few pints and I'll watch the match there. Maybe go to the chippy afterwards. All those familiar, comforting things I used to do in The Time Before.
I couldn’t give him what he needed and that’s the end of it. But maybe I did him some good somewhere along the line. It’s the best I can hope for.