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oh la la – tangier, 1967
tangier, 1967, on countess.etsy.com
There’s a story for this one. Not a story about the picture, but the other way around. It’s one of those stories I started ages ago and now can’t find, which probably means I deleted it or something.
It eventually involved blue-skinned girls locked in a basement, a gruesome murder and a boy who wrote desparate poetry in Spanish to try to win over a girl he might actually not like all that much but his teacher talked him into it cuz… you know the drill. I wrote it, it was never going to make sense, right?
Anyway, it started in Tangier, 1967. I should find it one of these days. I was writing it when I lived in that bedbug-ridden half-a-room on Preston Road.
I can picture myself at the computer, and everything else in the room, but I don’t for the life of me know where I put that story. It’s probably only saved in a long-misfiled email I sent to some poor bemused soul at four in the morning back in the bad old days.
[The necklace really is from Tangier, you know. I bought it on the dockside.]
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I was so totally waiting for the end of that story!
In the room that you can picture, I am probably lying on your bed reading your Courtney Love biography, or we are hiding/spying on Geneva.
xx
Yes, and you’re listening to your Smashing Pumpkins CD in my stereo and then leaving it there so that months later you can claim I stole it!