Aren't there little "literature" magazines that publish bad poetry, short stories and things of that nature? Then again this is the same person the emailed me a pic of her latest painting (and a poem) asking for my opinion. Keep in mind I had never spoken to her before. Dan Carolina Aboumrad wrote: > I was sitting in an english garden. > > It was five in the afternoon when I thought that Jenny Jones' makeover > party > was boring that I brusquely heard the screams in my quiet residencial > space. > I immediately ran to the window and saw what seemed to be two pekinese > mongrels' heads jerking about. I stepped outside thinking that my heart > would jump out my chest, hearing it thump in my ears, sinking away from > my > best... I closed the sliding door behind me and approached the fence. > Through the hole I saw two geriatrics going at it. They were Ned and > Phil > from the hardware store. I always wondered why they closed so early. > Their > sweat glistened in a scenario like those 70s love scenes in the > outdoors. > Very reminiscent of the COCKFIGHTER (The bright orange sun between two > cocks, ready to fight). Something came over me, where the shock ended, > and I > began to giggle uncontrolably. They stopped. I crawled to the nearest > door, > so they would not see me, but it was too late. A wrinkled neck rose and > jerked to the side paraplegically. At that moment Ned's shocked mouth > had > opened so fast to speak that his dentures flew out and onto the grass. > "What the hell are you doing!?!?! Get the hell out of here!" [Ned]. > I remain hidden in a bush, breathing heavily like a pervert on the > telephone. I felt wrong, I felt ashamed, I was the pervert on the phone, > but > what the hell were two old men doing having a bit of the vertical fun > outside my door?!!!?!? > "Mind your P's and Q's dear, we're very gay! now go away!" [Phil] > I hid some more and decided to peek one more time. My head rose to the > level > of the top of the fence and they could see the whites of my eyes. How > was I > going to escape? I stood up and walked away as they put their clothes > back > on. Rockport standards, L.L. Bean, and thick glasses intact, precise. I > only > glanced back once more to show that I still cared and closed my door. > For > the next couple of weeks my mother would demand me to go to the hardware > > store and buy nuts, screws, for our house was falling apart > mysteriously. I > could not keep a straight face. There was nothing better to do than > watch my > neighbors go at it from behind the fence. > > > > Carolin.a > _________________________________________________________________ > Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com > ==^================================================================ EASY UNSUBSCRIBE click here: http://topica.com/u/?aVxiMu.aVzSEg Or send an email To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] This email was sent to: [email protected] T O P I C A -- Learn More. Surf Less. Newsletters, Tips and Discussions on Topics You Choose. http://www.topica.com/partner/tag01 ==^================================================================
