So far, a saga

So blogger David Ker, who once on a dare posted here once upon a time, calls me "impossibly verbose" and then dares me and some of his "friends" to play his write-your-life-in-fifty-words-as-a-saga meme.  He writes his but tells us to get our muse first from a writer in Narcotics Anonymous.

Since it’s the holidays and all, and because rape and heroin depress the hell out of me not to mention what they do to you, I went straight to “Xmas.” I’ve pasted the happy story here as the next paragraph. (And my impossibly verbose paragraphs here always have fifty words.)

Christmas is always a time of horror and misery for her. No family, a past that makes her wince and hang her head with shame, a future that fills her with fear and hopelessness. Walking past the Macy’s displays, she realizes she’d rather be a mannequin in the store window.

Maybe there’s a reason for all those words.  Maybe I feel shamed into doing it or something, but I’m more or less parroting the Lingamish’s story-structure.  You’ll "get" mine next, sort of. Why do I feel like I’m answering my dad the patriarchy?  Now I tag Jane, Rachel, Stefan, Bob, and Charlotte.

trong ngày có trận đánh mà mẹ 

bị nghiền nát với các con cái

Childhood in wartime

ia memboroskan uangnya 

dengan hidup berfoya-foya

Adolescence in godlessnonsense

Grown(ing) missionary kid 

meets match in 

grown(ing) preacher’s kid:

Life in love!

Peaceful rewards in recovery,

fuller in family, 

in friends:

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