If such were the criteria for being normal and acting her age, then Blue was at least halfway there. She was prettier than most, of that there was no question amongst her peers. Had things panned out differently Blue probably could have lived a comfortable life of modeling. It was however a sad beauty, one tinged with bittersweet. The eyes of course gave it away, windows to the soul as the saying goes. And Blue’s were always distant and somewhat distracted, as though focused more within rather than at the world without.

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posted by Jeff at 7:07 PM

Today was just another day. Nothing was going to happen, and nothing ever did. Least that was how Blue saw most of her days come and go, and it was a fact she was keenly aware of. Twenty odd years old, green out of college and already brooding over her own mortality, Blue was miserable and had no answers. But what was a girl to do? Look pretty and worry less, or so seemed to be the general vibe Blue got from her fellow girl friends.

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posted by Jeff at 7:32 PM

Blue stared down at the street below, watching as people droned about their daily rituals of life. She felt like a God from high up here, checking upon and admiring her own handiwork. Who said that God couldn’t be vain? With head cradled in folded arms and an unnerving look of determination in her eyes, she focused intently on the sidewalk beneath her balcony. Could she do it this time? Blue breathed heavily in anticipation as her heart fluttered and beats skipped to the impending sense of thrill. How ironic it was that she felt more alive in that one instant than ever she did her life. Blue lifted her head and smiled at the heavens. Her smile gave way to a smirk, and the smirk to a laugh as she turned around and let out a long sigh. Not today.

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posted by Jeff at 5:34 PM

(c) This is a tale of the proverbial search for one's soul. Why some feel compelled, even the need to seek purpose in justification of existence whilst others do not is a question to which I have no answer. Perhaps it is quite simply a God-given character flaw that some are condemned to lament over matters as such. Of which there are those who have found what they’re looking for, those who will never endeavor to look for anything, those that are still looking and sadly those who will never find that which they seek. The last lot being the most tragic, to belong to it is in part what makes the sad blue doll sad, and of this he is afraid. And from it he desperately tries to escape.

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posted by Jeff at 11:11 PM

(b) A sad blue doll idled away unrealized. Imagine but for a moment the world had men like Einstein and Picasso never realized those passions in life that history would well remember them for. That had they never tapped into that naturally unrivaled potential for those very same passions, then what would life have been for men as such if not tragic exercise in the mundane. An Einstein with no chalkboard like naked Picasso without brush, understand this and then perhaps you just might begin to understand the plight of our sad blue doll.

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posted by Jeff at 9:00 PM

(a) intro

And with this stroke I hammer down the first line.

As mind burns bright and wracked body consumed faster still,

Lies kindled a forge of dark fancies yet unrealized.

Aglow with fever of creative trepidation does it beckon.

For tonight I draw forth the stuff of sleepless nights,

Of lonesome walks in the rain and numbing frost that ever lasts.

Hold steadfast resolve in one and untempered thoughts in other,

Let loose bridled inspiration as from nothing I will it to be,

And be nothing shall it remain,

As I weave this tale and fashion forth my neverland.

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posted by Jeff at 8:18 PM