I don't trust pretty.
Is that bad?
It's just, pretty scares me.
I'm dating a guy so pretty he makes my teeth hurt.
Last time I got this close to pretty, I woke up a year later on the floor of a hotel bathroom, cold tiles and middle of the night compressing my sobs into a boxed-in time warp, back to day-one when the voice in my head said, actually said loud, "she will devastate you."
Pretty is a rocky road. Pretty is a mystery. Pretty is a lobotomy. Mine.
No, I don't trust pretty.
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My name is Pema. Life runs away with me sometimes. And "Daily" is a state of mind.
ART = SITTING ON A PARK BENCH NAKED
This is what one of the edgy kids in college said one day, as our writing was read aloud in class. Some of the work was lascivious, some of it was limp. But the most interesting stuff was bare. Revealed. Unapologetic. These pages may approximate art. They will more often observe. Hopefully, they will always be naked.
Cast of Characters
- ALLEN: Guy I dated a minute
- GINA: Former roommate, Regina's partner
- GRAMCRACKER: My 98 y-o grandma, aka RattleTrap Granny, Grams, and Gramster the Hamster
- NICO: Playwright brethren
- PEMA: That's me
- REGINA: Former roommate, Sisterfriend
- SUZY: Way back, way way back friend
Pull Up A Bench
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Paint Pots
Great Band/DJ Names (Imagined)
- Fathers of Kings
- The Young Lorraines
- Overactive SuperEgo
- The Bad Parkers
- The Musettes
- My Blue Flair
- Slave to Pretty
- The Mews
- The Din
- Strut
- Nico & Pemsi
- The New Colonists
About Me
- Pema
- I hop when I'm happy.
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