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Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

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    1:01a
    Except maybe there is, because the boat is...
    Except maybe there is, because the boat is back
    681
    again, the one they have seen more and more
    frequently in the last few weeksLibbit says the
    boat isn't what it seems, but now it's a floating
    white dream of safety, and besides - there is no
    choiceThe big boy is almost at their heels
    It came out of the swimming pool just after they
    finished playing Adie's Wedding in Rampopo, the
    baby-house on the side lawn (today Lo-Lo got to
    play Adie)Sometimes Libbit can make these awful
    things go away by scribbling on her pad, but now
    Libbit is sleeping - she has had a great many
    troubled nights lately
    The big boy leaps off the path and onto the beach,
    spraying sand all aroundIts bulging eyes stare
    Its louis vuitton online fragile white belly, so full of noisome guts,
    bulges
    The two girls, standing with their hands linked
    and their feet in the running boil of what Daddy
    calls the little surf, look at each otherThen
    they look at the ship, swinging at anchor with its
    sails furled and shiningIt looks even closer, as
    if it has moved in to rescue them
    Lo-Lo says We have to
    Tessie says But I can't SWIM!
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    You can dogpaddle!
    The big boy leapsThey can hear its guts slosh
    when it landsThey sound like wet garbage in a
    barrel of waterThe blue fades from the sky and
    then the sky bleeds redThen, slowly, it changes
    back againIt's been that kind of dayAnd
    haven't they known this kind of day was coming?
    Haven't they seen it in louis vuitton denim purse Libbit's haunted eyes? Nan
    Melda knows; even Daddy knows, and he's not here
    all the timeToday he's in Tampa, and when they
    look at the greenish-white horror that's almost
    upon them, they know that Tampa might as well be
    the far side of the moonThey are on their own
    Tessie grips Lo-Lo's shoulder with cold fingers
    What about the rip?
    But Lo-Lo shakes her headThe rip is good! The
    rip will take us to the boat!
    There's no more time to talkThe frog-thing is
    getting ready to leap againAnd they understand
    that, while it cannot be real, somehow it isBetter to chance the waterThey
    turn, still holding hands, and throw themselves
    into the caldoThey fix their eyes on the slim
    white swallow swinging at anchor close tiffany jewelry us to them
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    Surely they will be hauled aboard, and someone
    will use the ship-to-shore to call the Roost
    "Netted us a pair of mermaids," they'll say"You
    know anyone who wants em?"
    The rip parts their handsIt is ruthless, and Lo-
    Lo actually drowns first because she fights harder
    Tessie hears her cry out twice
    Then, giving up, her sister's name
    Meanwhile, a vagary of the rip is sweeping Tessie
    straight for the ship, and holding her up at the
    same timeFor a few magical moments it's as
    though she's on a surfboard, and her weak
    dogpaddle seems to be propelling her like an
    outboard motorThen, just before a colder current
    reaches up and coils around her ankles, she sees
    the ship change into -
    Here's a replica gucci canvas bag picture I did paint, not once but again
    and again and again:
    The whiteness of the hull doesn't exactly
    disappear; it is sucked inward like blood fleeing
    the cheek of a terrified manThe
    brightwork dullsThe glass in the windows of the
    aft cabin bursts outwardA junkheap clutter
    appears on the decking, rolling into existence
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    from fore to aftExcept it was there all along
    Tessie just didn't see it
    A creature comes from belowdecksIt creeps to the
    railing, where it stares down at the girlIt is a
    slumped thing in a hooded red robeHair that
    might not be hair at all flutters dankly around a
    melted faceYellow hands grip splintered, punky
    woodThen, one lifts slowly
    And waves to the girl who will soon be d&g bags GONE
    1:01a
    She herself is in the other They burst onto the...
    She herself is in the other
    They burst onto the beach gasping and out of
    breath and now there's nowhere to go but the water
    Except maybe there is, because the boat is back
    681
    again, the one they have seen more and more
    frequently in the last few weeksLibbit says the
    boat isn't what it seems, but now it's a floating
    white dream of safety, and besides - there is no
    choiceThe big boy is almost at their heels
    It came out of the swimming pool just after they
    finished playing Adie's Wedding in Rampopo, the
    baby-house on the side lawn (today Lo-Lo got to
    play Adie)Sometimes Libbit can make these awful
    things go away by scribbling on her pad, but now
    Libbit is sleeping - she has had a great many
    troubled nights louis vuitton diaper bag tote lately
    The big boy leaps off the path and onto the beach,
    spraying sand all aroundIts bulging eyes stare
    Its fragile white belly, so full of noisome guts,
    bulges
    The two girls, standing with their hands linked
    and their feet in the running boil of what Daddy
    calls the little surf, look at each otherThen
    they look at the ship, swinging at anchor with its
    sails furled and shiningIt looks even closer, as
    if it has moved in to rescue them
    Lo-Lo says We have to
    Tessie says But I can't SWIM!
    682
    You can dogpaddle!
    The big boy leapsThey can hear its guts slosh
    when it landsThey sound like wet garbage in a
    barrel of waterThe blue fades from the sky and
    then the sky bleeds redThen, slowly, it changes
    back againIt's fake cartier roadster been that kind of dayAnd
    haven't they known this kind of day was coming?
    Haven't they seen it in Libbit's haunted eyes? Nan
    Melda knows; even Daddy knows, and he's not here
    all the timeToday he's in Tampa, and when they
    look at the greenish-white horror that's almost
    upon them, they know that Tampa might as well be
    the far side of the moonThey are on their own
    Tessie grips Lo-Lo's shoulder with cold fingers
    What about the rip?
    But Lo-Lo shakes her headThe rip is good! The
    rip will take us to the boat!
    There's no more time to talkThe frog-thing is
    getting ready to leap againAnd they understand
    that, while it cannot be real, somehow it isBetter to chance the waterThey
    turn, still holding hands, and throw ladies rolex for sale themselves
    into the caldoThey fix their eyes on the slim
    white swallow swinging at anchor close to them
    683
    Surely they will be hauled aboard, and someone
    will use the ship-to-shore to call the Roost
    "Netted us a pair of mermaids," they'll say"You
    know anyone who wants em?"
    The rip parts their handsIt is ruthless, and Lo-
    Lo actually drowns first because she fights harder
    Tessie hears her cry out twice
    Then, giving up, her sister's name
    Meanwhile, a vagary of the rip is sweeping Tessie
    straight for the ship, and holding her up at the
    same timeFor a few magical moments it's as
    though she's on a surfboard, and her weak
    dogpaddle seems to be propelling her like an
    outboard motorThen, just before a colder chanel flap bag current
    reaches up and coils around her ankles, she sees
    the ship change into -
    Here's a picture I did paint, not once but again
    and again and again:
    The whiteness of the hull doesn't exactly
    disappear; it is sucked inward like blood fleeing
    the cheek of a terrified manThe
    brightwork dullsThe glass in the windows of the
    aft cabin bursts outwardA junkheap clutter
    appears on the decking, rolling into existence
    684
    from fore to aftExcept it was there all along
    Tessie just didn't see it
    A creature comes from belowdecksIt creeps to the
    railing, where it stares down at the girlIt is a
    slumped thing in a hooded red robeHair that
    might not be hair at all flutters dankly around a
    melted faceYellow hands grip splintered, louis vuitton hangbags punky

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