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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2020 6:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2020 10:53 am
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Day: O32 Theme: Peter Pan
Entry #1:
He grabs your hand and whispers “Let’s go”, before taking off into the night; he delights you with whimsical mystery and all the temptations of the seedy underworld, all the while exciting you with promises of a bright and fresh tomorrow. He knows what he does is wrong but you believe it to be right and as the rhetorical theoretics of the Peter Pan syndrome flash before your eyes so do the warning signs whizzing by with “slow down” and “speed limit” cautions.
It’s far too long a journey to go alone on and in a delirious state, you begin to trust in what the man (but is he really a man?) has to say. Batching up concoctions of creamy popping delight, spin the flower’s bulb and inhale, don’t hold it in or you’ll freeze yourself in time. Breathe. Breathe out. Fly up. Repeat.
So long as you follow the instructions carefully, you’ll never get hooked on pixie dust. Dancing in neon with the Lost Boys, homeless vampires looking for prey, a way out, a way to safety nestled securely in blankets of soft addictions. You promise yourself you’ll never be one of them, until you find yourself holding a spoon, a lighter and fleeting thoughts of a past life gone too soon.
Peter Pan, oh the scoundrel, he never warned you about the dangers but he always had a glint in his eyes, a curly mullet dangling from the edge of a brimmed hat. He’d putter around and whip up a new vice, offer it to you with a hesitation in his hand, which you’d quell when you accepted the offering of peace. In many ways, it was a feeling he had never found until he met you. Darting with his shadow in and out of vehicles, running from cops, promising to never get old.
Until it caught up with him; the Captain had his hooks in both of you, taunting and teasing, pulling you in and out of reconciliation with the fact you could never escape. Peter didn’t make it out so easily, and the gator came crashing down on the wrong person. It eclipsed him in one foul swoop of gnarly teeth, trapping him behind bars. In and out of traffic he had woven, but this time he couldn’t escape the shackles of society and his own mind.
There’s a certain silence now in Neverland, accessible only by the tunnel Alice took into wonder. Peter Pan had finally fallen, and with him the dreams of the Lost Boys and you.
Entry #2:
Note to self: (insert spoiler and link here) Don’t forget to do this u dumb chick u
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2020 6:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2020 6:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2020 6:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2020 6:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2020 6:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2020 9:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2020 8:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2020 4:14 pm
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