PETER CHUN MAO WU

The Beginning

Posted in Fiction by peterchunmaowu on January 30, 2010

There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. Yet that will be the beginning.  – Louis L’Amour

And so the first month of the new year comes near its end, but for the first time in many years I’m actually feeling something new. New because I’m starting to grow tired of old habits and old loves and old pleasures and old routines. Things that I once looked forward to, I now look past them.

ASSORTED THOUGHTS VOL 7. ISSUE XIV

* People who sit across from each other at restaurants but just look at their cellphones the entire time and barely speak to each other. – I see this situation quite often and it depresses me. I see people who are obviously co-workers on a lunch break with nothing to talk about outside of work, but instead of eating alone they sit across from someone and shove food into their hot dirty mouths while staring into their cellphones. OR lovers where the passion has gone cold and they can’t engage or relate anymore. People are sad.

* The best way for a lot of the smug self-righteous animal loving vegan environmentalists to cut back carbon emmisions completely is to kill themselves.

* Girls who are 9’s are a lot more friendly than girls who are 5’s who act like 10’s.

* During P.E. in middle school we once played trust games where you had to team up with a partner and while one kid closed his eyes and leaned back, another kid had to catch them from falling to the ground. There was a Bully in class and when it was his turn to close his eyes and fall back, I ran over to his partner and pushed him out of the way so the Bully fell back and cracked his head on the ground. It was hilarious.

* Frog eyes popping out of the surface of a dark pond.

* Remember when you’re pockets were full of water and sand?

….

She danced around the garden barefoot on the soft bending grass. The air was perfect and the trees whispered down the valley and along the river. I sat up and opened my eyes. I felt her warmth cover me like a hot towel. She traced the outline of my eyes with her finger.

Sand blew across the hills and her neck down to her legs like sex and like landscapes.

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  1. God said, on February 1, 2010 at 5:07 am

    pretty rich coming from a guy who’s -2 or 0 at best

    • peterchunmaowu said, on February 1, 2010 at 5:14 am

      agreed.


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