Like a lost soul, Jessie had longed lost her sense of time, her sense of direction and her sense about life. She’s jobless and wondered by the bay. She’s penniless and begged by the bay. She’s homeless and lived by the bay. She’s limbless, but had no recollection of any occurrences. Each day was an unpredictable day for Jessie. She had to brave all odds like the bad weather and the passing people.
The bad weather never seemed to take notice of her presence. Some day, the heaven would summon icy rains, piercing her bare naked skin like needles. Some day, they would summon scorching sun, scalding her skin to an extent where spontaneous combustion could well happen any time.
The passing people never seemed to take notice of her presence. Often, they would stepped over her, sometimes even onto her. Once a while, she would receive spits. At any time when she’s seen, the latter would often take off in horror. And never once, she had received a penny or two, food or care.
Perhaps, Jessie was used to not taking meals or drinks. Even if her stomach was groaning, screaming to be fed, nothing could be done due to her paralysis and her bad finances. Every minute, she felt lonesome. Every second, she felt meaningless.
As deep down inside Jessie, she was looking for an answer to her question, “Why?” And so, everyday without fail, she would wait for its every dawn and dusk. Perhaps, her belief still stood strong. Perhaps, her faith was still holding her together. And as with every beginning has an ending, every ending is also beginning.
And for years, she sat by and viewed every passing day. Today, a flown cover of a newspaper lands quietly by her side with a headline – “A spirit that haunts the bay.”
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This story was made out from the pictures, that fill my thoughts.
Care to fill your thoughts..
She is a lost and alone. Her name is Lisa. She sits by the bay daily at sundown to ponder upon her life. She feels down because her stomach has stretch marks from the two kids by two different men she left behind tonight in order to fulfill the fantasy of some married man whose wife is too much of a prude to wear such a get-up. Her hair, as pretty as it is, smells like smoke. She does not let the men touch her, but will do anything for $200 after the club closes if tonight wasn't a good night. She tells her "clients" -- and really, people who go to strip clubs aren't clients, they are constituents -- she is in college... and she hasn't been enrolled for months because one of her teachers slept with her bf last year. Lisa plays with the tongue ring in her mouth in a self-induced orgasm, which she feels is the epitome of pleasure. Ten years from now, she still has no idea what she wants to do, living with her two kids and a new man who isnt worth shit, and pining for the days when she used to strip and fulfill random men's fantasies.
She is a mistress. Her lover is married and is living the dream. She is her lover's escape from the real world of responsibilities and obligations. She doesn't give a damn about a ring because her spirit is too free to be tied down. She knows her lover loves to see her and she also knows her only job is to please her lover, who sees to it that all her needs are taken care of as long as she is available at a moment's notice.
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Ive got more versions of my interpretation of that picture but i'll stop at one for now. :)
ray: You never fail to surprise me. Money makes the world round and rounder, and make us down and lower.
cheers.
I'm still waiting on someone to actually beat me in writing a much better interpretation of that picture...Get those people tagging to write something on that picture or get XJ to write ;)...LMAO!
errr..
beat sounds wrong.. lolx.
Ray told me i should describe that picture you have posted. You should get your readers involved. Anyhow, heres my version.
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She is a mistress. Her lover is married and is living the Singaporean Dream. She is her lover's escape from the real world of responsibilities and obligations. She doesn't give a damn about a ring because her spirit is too free to be tied down. She knows her lover loves to see her in these boots and these panties. And she also knows her only job is to please her lover, who sees to it that all her needs are taken care of as long as she is available at a moment's notice. Her name is Jen. She drives a 2005 Red Mazda 6 and lives in a condo by the waterfront. She spends her days keeping her body fit and volunteering at the local old folks home. Her lover takes her on vacations and sneaks to see her in the evenings under the guise of "working late." Jasmine knows that this won't last forever, but she is enjoying it while it does last. Jasmine knows that her lover, whose name is Michelle, is a rare find.... and probably the only woman she will ever love.
why the hell did u continue from where i left off? see, that doesnt count cuz your first 3 lines were mine! no clear winner. Her names jen...so whos jasmine? ok this it getting boring now...new picture please.
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