“Like wilted cucurbita flowers after a humid summer rain, Lola and Noelle held each other loosely listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing, and the streets of Barcelona below. Noelle concentrated on lighting a spliff, covering the flame with her cupped hand. ”
— (T. Vides-Araya, The Book I Never Wrote)
“I staggered into the bathroom the next morning, my bladder threatening to burst. I had drunk way too much the night before, my eyes were still tightly closed, attempting to ward off the Crappe Diem threatening to seize my day. My foot hit an unfamiliar object. Did I dare open my eyes? ”
— (T. Vides- Araya, The Book I Never Wrote)
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Cirque De Vie

My foot hit an unfamiliar object. Did I dare open my eyes? I found the small space crowded with sleeping bodies. Ezra was hugging the linoleum toilet seat; the twins and Max were sprawled in the bathtub looking like a tangled mass of eclectic bodies. I grabbed Ezra under the arms and pulled him off the toilet.

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Afterlife—Death

Even when I’m awake it can feel like the sun on my skin is unreal, like I’m stuck somewhere in the between—a place that I can’t get out of. But it’s just me against me, and when I look into the reflection of a storefront window, I recognize myself, but only barely.

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