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    Ligeia’s Poet: Trainspotting Isn’t Good for One’s Health

    Story written on February 20, 2008 by helebette.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=68716
    Author Notes:

    helena’s cafe is in the works; alice and jenny nearly bury the hatchet…in one another’s heads; shane has a crush; bette and tina are still getting along which is kinda interesting to me as the writer of this…lol

    At school they taught me how to be

    So pure in thought and word and deed

    They didn’t quite succeed…

    For everything I long to do

    No matter when or where or who

    There’s one thing in common to…

    It’s a

    It’s a

    It’s a sin

     

     

    Three pale faces gazed from the shadows at the blue mesas of the Arizona desert.

     

    “coming out stories.” Alice sighed. “is this the part, Helena, where you give Shane fodder for her fantasies…”

     

    “Private school girl outfits…” Shane’s eyebrow arched. Her grin grew as she considered the possibilities.

     

    “And a quick shag with the English teacher after detention…” Helena said with a smirk. All too aware that Shane’s schooling experiences were somewhat more limited, she gladly played along. “But I’m more interested in what happens when the daughter of an LA actress…”

     

    “B movie, washed out…” Alice volunteered.

     

    Shane hushed her friend. “Be nice.” She muttered. Alice glared at Shane, remembering just how fond she was of her mother.

     

    “Comes out.” Helena finished. She passed the bottle of chilled red wine, Spanish, cheap/expensive, and definitely headache inducing, over to Shane.  This was one of those perfect evenings when they could finish each other’s sentences, discover the meanings of the universe, and still make it to bed without throwing up.

     

    “This wine if fucking fantastic.” Shane sighed happily. “What happens, Alice, when a daughter one-ups her mother?”

     

    “You know.” Alice growled. “Her mother one-ups her by fucking all of her girlfriends…” she glanced over at the cigarette that Shane was trying to light with a metal Zippo whose fuel supply had nearly run out. It had a picture of a cow’s skull with a swash of red and orange around it—something Shane had picked up at the Arizona border, in a convenience store.

     

    Months after their first visit, they were back, without Bette this time. 

     

    “I want textiles.” Helena had stated voraciously, the morning of their trip, while Bette watched her pack.

     

    “Why not use local LA artists?” Bette was referring, of course, to the décor of Helena’s café.

     

    Helena had shrugged, shaken her head briefly. “We’ll pay them fair prices…the artists we chose originally have been behaving like wankers.”

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    1. Hello My Friend, I am not letting up on the fact that I think you are a complete genius when it comes to your magic with words. You have this uncanny ability to weave through your words incredible socially influential topics while never detracting from your poetic stories. Yes this is one of my favorites of yours but I love each and everyone of your stories. I love how you manage to move this story in and from beyond the page and move it into the third dimension… some of the lines literally feel like I am having a conversation with someone… and that is amazing… you are brilliant and I cannot wait for what your brilliant soul will weave… but take the time you need to focus on the more important things in your life. Sincerely, JC

    4. Hehe … hilarious chapter baby! .. sounds like things are moving forwards in all angles. lol … I’m snickering though and wondering why it’s Jenny the “little minion of evil” who has a mac, and Jenny who berates Alice for thinking *everyone* has subtext …. *wink* .. are you comparing me to the wicked witch of weho baby?

    5. I loved the AlShaLena, their friendship is so great! Should I be worried with Jenny’s line “Shane and Helena, me and Bette, you and…everyone…”?? hehe… Seriously I don’t agree with Alice, Mer and Christina are friends and Mer belongs to Derek =P heheh…. I’ve never seen Trainspotting but now I want to… I also hope everything goes well with your family member… thanks for posting =) I can’t wait to read the next one…

    6. Ah, Trainspotting. I’m almost as fond of that film as I am this story, and luckily, there’s a next post to be read. And subtext… there’s subtext everywhere!

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