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First lines meme
Dec. 31st, 2011 04:05 pmThe first line of the first post of each month of 2011:
I'm beginning to worry about the new year.
On Saturday, I was confronted with a mystical word square from the third century, a palindrome intended to confuse demons. Something in my soul has loosened, as though it's been given a half-turn counterclockwise with an allen wrench. Piles of snow still lurk about, dirty and shrunken, like the aliens at the end of an alien invasion movie, when they're dying in sad heaps.
There were eleven people in my house on Friday. Together we climbed a mountain, called Kebo, whipped by wind and menaced by thunderstorms.
And then it was over. My hands were shaking, I couldn't catch my breath, but I did it. There was suddenly something in the corner, something like a skinned seal. Once again, I feasted on flesh.
I'm still free. Look out your window.
I'm beginning to worry about the new year.
On Saturday, I was confronted with a mystical word square from the third century, a palindrome intended to confuse demons. Something in my soul has loosened, as though it's been given a half-turn counterclockwise with an allen wrench. Piles of snow still lurk about, dirty and shrunken, like the aliens at the end of an alien invasion movie, when they're dying in sad heaps.
There were eleven people in my house on Friday. Together we climbed a mountain, called Kebo, whipped by wind and menaced by thunderstorms.
And then it was over. My hands were shaking, I couldn't catch my breath, but I did it. There was suddenly something in the corner, something like a skinned seal. Once again, I feasted on flesh.
I'm still free. Look out your window.
