<< Shooting arrows | Main | The green bead >> May 06, 2005 >> A blue bead and a green bead You collect beads. When you go drinking with your roommates and a pretty girl hands out promotional strings of beads, you find a way to weasel everyone else's by the end of the night. It's surprisingly easy. You dream about Mardi Gras in New Orleans and the beads... oh, the beads. You frequently wake in cold sweats and lovingly finger the string of beads beside the bed for comfort. Every drawer in your room is full of beads of every imaginable colour, shining with the incandescence of hope. Because, you see, you almost have enough. You're building a girl out of beads and she's hidden in the closet, beautiful and shining and perfect in every way except for her lack of eyes. Sometimes when she hears you come in, she tries to force her way out of the closet because she wants you so much, and ends up stumbling and tripping and breaking into a million beads because she can't see where the fuck she's going. Then you laugh and have to build her all over again, knowing that as soon as you can find two beads large enough to fit her luminous sockets, everything will be great. You need one green bead, and one blue one. Posted by Chris at 01:03 PM >> Commentations (0)
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