hooloovoo's New Writeupshttp://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=hooloovoo2007-08-28T12:47:57ZAugust 28, 2007 (idea)http://everything2.com/user/hooloovoo/writeups/August+28%252C+2007hooloovoohttp://everything2.com/user/hooloovoo2007-08-28T12:47:57Z2007-08-28T12:47:57Z<i>This has been in my scratch pad, forgotten, for 6 years now. Perhaps that says a lot.</i>
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You know the <a href="/title/life">story</a>, don’t you? You wake up depressed, something isn’t right but for a minute you <a href="/title/choose+to+forget">can’t remember</a> what it is. Did she dump you last night? Are you out of money and your rent is due? Did you lose your job? You shake the sleep from your eyes and the memory of that <a href="/title/painful">horrible</a> event gradually comes back into your mind. <a href="/title/again">There goes the day</a>, you think to yourself.
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You get in the <a href="/title/shower">shower</a> and the warm water sluices the tension out of your muscles, you think maybe you will just stand there <a href="/title/forever">all day</a> and never have to face the world. You <a href="/title/carried+forward+by+a+slim+ray+of+hope">reluctantly</a> get out of the shower and get ready for work. You take a look around your apartment and remember you need to <a href="/title/what+a+mess">clean</a>. Maybe you grab a bagel or a breakfast bar as you head out of the door.
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In your car, you drive to <a href="/title/you+hate+your+job">work</a><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…We find tonight what was hidden beneath our hearts (personal)http://everything2.com/user/hooloovoo/writeups/We+find+tonight+what+was+hidden+beneath+our+heartshooloovoohttp://everything2.com/user/hooloovoo2007-08-28T01:59:09Z2007-08-28T01:59:09ZHe lay in bed <a href="/title/longing">watching</a> her as she slept, admiring the gentle curve of her lips and the arch of her brows. Her chest slowly rose and fell, <a href="/title/seductive">rhythmic</a> and gentle, occasionally with a quick snore. He spent many nights this way, unable to sleep and <a href="/title/unable+to+take+his+eyes+away+from+her">unable to take his eyes away from her</a>. He <a href="/title/feared">felt</a> like he was living on borrowed time and these quiet moments at night were all that he had to keep himself going. He remembered the <a href="/title/many">many</a> nights he had done the same thing, though with happier thoughts on his mind, and <a href="/title/grew+restless+laying+there+alone+in+the+dark">grew restless laying there alone in the dark</a>.
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Finally <a href="/title/giving+up">giving up</a> on sleep, he slipped out of the bed and threw on a light robe. The air outside was <a href="/title/his+skin+came+alive">cool</a> and still, only broken up by the occasional barking dog or distant truck. He sat down on the ground and absentmindedly ran his fingers through the <a href="/title/loose+soil">loose soil</a>, thinking over what had happened and <a href="/title/knowing+painfully">how he had gotten here</a>. The rolling hillside stretched out before him,<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…We'll drink cheap wine and watch for shooting stars (person)http://everything2.com/user/hooloovoo/writeups/We%2527ll+drink+cheap+wine+and+watch+for+shooting+starshooloovoohttp://everything2.com/user/hooloovoo2007-08-13T20:05:02Z2007-08-13T20:05:02ZThe best thing about <a href="/title/cheap+wine">cheap wine</a> is that you can drink more. The <a href="/title/or+is+it">worst</a> thing about cheap wine is that you can drink more. However, it's rarely obvious when the first ends and the latter begins.
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The <a href="/title/the+gay+cabin">cabin</a> was my favorite. The drive was delicious, full of laughter and wanting and anticipation. There was a <a href="/title/hunger">hunger</a> in our eyes and a feeling that it was <a href="/title/never+forget">us against the world</a>. Not even the ticket dampened our mood, it seemed cheap in comparison to what we would pay for this experience. That night we sat, <a href="/title/almost+naked">together</a> with our wine on the deck. It was perfect, the wine, the trees and our love. The next day we discovered that a flat tire can be the <a href="/title/highlight">highlight</a> of a trip, so drunk on each other that even such a nuisance could not bring us down. We saw no shooting stars that weekend however, the trees blocked our view and our eyes were drawn only to each other.
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The beach was wonderful. I remember your speech on the way, don't think I could forget.<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…the lake was on fire that summer (thing)http://everything2.com/user/hooloovoo/writeups/the+lake+was+on+fire+that+summerhooloovoohttp://everything2.com/user/hooloovoo2001-08-01T21:37:03Z2001-08-01T21:37:03ZIn the <a href="/title/summer">summer</a> we would go down to the lake, hidden away in the <a href="/title/mountains">mountains</a> like a secret world all of its own. We had a small <a href="/title/cabin">cabin</a> there, it was not much but it was more of a <a href="/title/hom">hom</a>e to me than the place we lived the rest of the year. I looked forward to those summers more than anything else in my life, <a href="/title/the+isolation+of+the+place+made+me+feel+truly+free">the isolation of the place made me feel truly free</a> in a way that a busy city never could.
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The lake was down a short path from the cabin. We had a small dock and an old <a href="/title/row+boat">row boat</a> bobbed on the end of it's line. As soon as we got to the cabin, I ran down the path to the dock for a quick <a href="/title/swim">swim</a> in the lake. This summer, the lake was on fire. Green flames licked up toward the sky, bobbing up and down on the <a href="/title/waves">waves</a>. I didn't think much of it at the time, though it would <a href="/title/haunt">haunt</a> me in later years.
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For the entire time I was there, the lake was on fire. I frequently took the boat out, never once getting burned by the flames. I guess <a href="/title/it+never+occured+to+me+that+it+should+be+dangerous">it never occured to me that it should be dangerous</a>, so it wasn't<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…the desert was once alive, but I don't remember it (place)http://everything2.com/user/hooloovoo/writeups/the+desert+was+once+alive%252C+but+I+don%2527t+remember+ithooloovoohttp://everything2.com/user/hooloovoo2001-07-31T02:59:20Z2001-07-31T02:59:20ZI don't know how how I got there. One day I woke up, in the <a href="/title/desert">desert</a>, with <a href="/title/nothing+but+the+clothes+on+my+back">nothing but the clothes on my back</a>. My former life, as I like to think of it now, was a blur. I remember small parts every now and then, but for the most part <a href="/title/the+past+is+a+big+fog+in+my+mind">the past is a big fog in my mind</a>. The more I try and think about it, the fuzzier it gets. I suppose it doesn't <a href="/title/matter">matter</a> now anyway.
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For days I walked in a <a href="/title/daze">daze</a>. There was no water, and the only food I could find was a small package of <a href="/title/dried+beef">dried beef</a> in my pocket. I ate it all the first night. Eventually I stumbled across a small <a href="/title/creek">creek</a> winding it's way through a canyon. That's where I met the old man.
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At first he didn't seem to <a href="/title/notice">notice</a> me, or at least he pretended not to. He was on the other side of the creek, apparently looking through the <a href="/title/dirt">dirt</a> and rocks for something. He was wearing <a href="/title/camouflage">camouflage</a> pants with a safari vest and a <a href="/title/wide+brimmed+hat">wide brimmed hat</a>. He had an <a href="/title/unkempt">unkempt</a> beard and wild tangled hair struggled to be free from the confines of his hat. A small mule<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…