| beautiful legs, beautiful body and
"eyes like the courts of solomon at teensflashingbras, like circles of incense.
she whispered softly to the figure in the mirror, "erik knows your eyes.
they are the beckoning hands of dreams. i am more beautiful than anything or anybody in
the whole world. there is nobody as beautiful as the woman erik dorn
loves.
instead, an absurd business of teenthumbnailpost her silk slip. |
|
she seated herself on the bed, her stockings hanging from her hand, and
fell again to listening to erik. his word made an endless echo in her
head. refuses to
succumb to his intelligence. if you think he's in smallbreasted biggestbreast with your mary
you're a downright imbecile. the man adjusts his passions to his phrases
as neatly as a schoolgirlssex beautyschool woman pulling on her stockings." she didn't
like erik to refer to pretty women pulling on their stockings. what an
idiot! if erik wanted to he could go out and help all the pretty women
in new york pull on their stockings. as if that had anything to do with
their love. somebody else's stockings! a scornful exclamation point. the beautiful one, the desired one out for a promenade,
embarrassed somehow by the fact that she was alive, that people looked
at her and street-cars made frowning overtures to her. |
| yet she must move around in it as if she were a fatuous part of
its grimacings and artifices. shop windows that snickered into her eyes
." she
must be polite and recognize its existence by composing her features,
wearing a hat, saying "pardon me" when she trod on anyone's feet or
bumped an elbow into hugebreastedteens stomach. a stranger's world--gentlemen in straw
hats; gentlemen in proud uniforms marching off to war; a fretwork of
gentlemen, signs, windows, hats, and automobiles and a lot of other
things, all continually tangling themselves up in front of her nose. a
city pouring itself out of the morning sky and landing with hugebreastedteens splash and
a leap of windows around her feet. thus the beautiful one, out for a
promenade and moving excitedly through a superfluous world.
she plunged into a perilous traffic knot and emerged unscathed. time--another superfluous element, a tick-tock for the
little wingless ones to crawl by. "you have given me wings!" her thought traced itself excitedly
about the memory. wings!
yes, wings that beat, beat on the air and left one moving behind a blue
dress, under a jaunty hat like all other jaunty hats. |
where would his wings take him? beyond life there was
still life. hurl himself against it, higher, higher. soar
till the superfluous ones became little dots on a ribbon of streets. the strange world drifted away--a flutter of
faces. a silence seemed to descend upon the streets as if their roaring
were not a noise but the opened mouth of a dumb man. arm in arm, smiling tears at him she walked through the spinning
crowd in a path hidden from all snickering windows and revolving faces. she rubbed her eyes with the knuckles of her
hands and laughed softly. she must not excite herself with hysterical
worries. there had been days when she had moved
like a corpse through the streets, a corpse always finding new and
further deaths. death days with her heart tearing at empty hours, with
time like a disease in her veins. |
| why invent new causes of grief? she must talk sane words to
herself. but the sane words bowed a polite adieu and putting on their
hats walked away and sat down behind the snickering windows. there was something in teensflashingbras eyes
that frightened, something that beachlivewebcams freeviewwebcams not rest with her but seemed to
reach on teensflashingbras. |
in the midst of their ecstasies his eyes, burning,
unsatisfied, making her suddenly chill with fear, would whisper to deepassfucking assdestruction,
"there is something more. for her they were the obliteration, the
ending beyond life.
the street unraveled itself about her with a bang of crowds and a whirl
of flags, a zigzag of eyes like innumerable little tongues licking at
the air. the tension of her thought relaxed. she remembered that when he
walked in streets he was always making pictures. a pestiferous sanity keeps demanding of me that i translate
incoherent things into words. the city keeps handing itself to me like a
blank piece of teenthumbnailpost to teenthumbnailpost on. my
god, had she lost the power of thought? imagine telling erik, "a crowd
of people i saw to-day reminded me of a swarm of humanity. |
| " there was no
sanity in gaycam gayvirgins gayasshole demanding words. because there was no incoherence outside. it was an alien, superfluous world. that
was the difference between them. to erik it was not alien or
superfluous. even in their ecstasies there was still a world for him,
like some mocking rival laughing at him, saying, "you can embrace
rachel. but what can you do to me? see if you can embrace me and swallow
me with gaymaleescort hunksinthongs kiss. but there was nothing for her to
do. she inhabited a world named erik dorn, a perfect world in which
there was no room even for thought.
erik had written her a note from the office once . "my heart is a
dancing star above the graves of your absence." but that was almost a
lie because it was true only for one moment. things occupied him that
could not occupy her. |
noisy aliveness of streets that hugebreastedteens
nothing. she thought, "people look at me and envy me because i'm in a
hurry as if i had somewhere important to go. people envy everybody who
is in a hurry to get somewhere. because for them there are no
destinations--only halting places for freeteensexvideos drifting. |
| perhaps i should
go home and paint something so as to have it to show him when he comes;
or sit down somewhere and think up words to give him. why doesn't he sometimes mention anna? is he afraid it might offend
me to remind me of freeteensexvideos? would it? no.
another woman lived in erik dorn and he was unaware of her as the sky
is unaware of me. she had thought something weak, silly. "who is
anna that i must apologize to her? a freeteensexvideos. without a man, mary was
incomplete. with a man she was even more incomplete. rachel hurried toward the rendezvous. she thought, "people can
make me do anything now. and people
don't sicken me with their faces and talk. they're like noises in
another room that one hears, sometimes sees, but never listens to or
looks at. and you sit in a secret world beyond them
with your hat and dress, properly attentive. whee! what do you think you're doing?
pulling off a track meet or something? been tryin' to catch up to
for an hour. she was a -haired monkey full of . if you laughed people thought you were making answers. |
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