"The Commisar's in town," someone whispered.

"The Commisar's in town," someone whispered. Don't turn around he thought. Just keep pushing this wheel barrel full of Mighty Putty to the bus stop. If he can was it up
to him to maintain a hold on either the past, or the present. He felt himself slipping back in time, but the Mighty Putty was sticking to the present-despite the better 80's comics
that inspired him to go to shopping malls in search of elderly men sitting on benches, watching people going by and enjoying the air conditioning. He felt compelled to
leave the Orange Julius for a few minutes, to stare at the makeup girls in the Nordstroms next door. Alicia worked at Prescriptives and she was the prettiest. And SWEET! She
smelled like Obsession. Her eyes were lined in shades of aqua and lavender, her eyeshadow offset by her frosted pink lipstick. Alicia was a vision of 80s perfection. I was in love
with Alicia, a Crayola 64 box. And, yes, she did have a very worn sharpener in the back that I put to good use. Why she smelled like Obsession though I did not figure out. Maybe
it was the box of Chex Mix we had shared earlier. When she took out the crayon labeled "antiquity orange," we both stared at it. Nothing antique about it. It was more like
earws. She smeared it carefully over the paper and it turned a vibran shade of turqqoise. "Now that's what I call
a living breathing rock star of a
man. Elvis lives!

4 Comments

nravstar Jan 16 2011 @ 04:02

I think it almost go to the end. Not sure how Elvis fits in! Was that a little hint, NixonBlack? Lol.
NixonBlack Jan 16 2011 @ 04:11

I believe it was very late when I wrote my entry on this one.
nravstar Jan 16 2011 @ 04:28

No, I meant I got a little confused with the tense in the beginning (MoralEnd). I just thought it was funny. No offense (to either of you) meant.
NixonBlack Jan 16 2011 @ 04:32

Yeah, I wasn't sure what was going on with the last sentence in it, so I just kind of ran off in another direction.

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