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Well I'm in a writing class again, which means that I'm writing again. Theoretically. ^_^
Here's a different biography exercise. On four pieces of paper, write: 1/ about a smell; 2/ about a body part belonging to a specific someone else; 3/ a list of things from your senior year of high school; and 4/ a quote from your childhood. Shuffle the four pieces of paper randomly, at the top of the first one write [pretentiously] "Why I Am Who I Am", and that is your biography.
My mother only recently began going to the dentist again after decades of fear. I was surprised when I saw her at how little her teeth had seemed to change. They were still a putrid yellow, with brown stains and black spots and shiny silver fillings and crowns. But she smiled more.
Circus
Coffee House
film strips
outing
publishing
developing fluid
broken jeep
football coach
broken glasses
abandoned malls
security devices
trading cards
tabletop models
resin
"Three Peas."
I have always been disgusted by the smell of smoking, but in moments of raw honesty I have to admit something alluring about the smell of cigars that always reminds me of my grandfather. I hated being around him when he smoked, but the musky, supersaturated-in-naturalness of his apartment never failed to interest me.
I guess this can be a meme, or something. So...go. I tag you. |
posted by La Malinche @ 2:25 AM   |
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