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I was there
to visit
your underground parlor
I met the twins and the cat
purple and black
some lost boys
and a man with a hook
that’s where nightmares
come into being
from a land of shadows
and blood red queens
severed heads
and talking mice
ghosts and murderers
dance in the moonlight
I came to visit
and I came to stay
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We bookworms have our priorities all wrong… Yea no, who am I kidding… Of course it’s much more important to read a book in one sitting until morning than going in to work feeling alert and fresh
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I missed my bus twice.
Because
I was reading a book.
Or more like was immersed in it.
I would call that a normal day
In the life of a bookworm.
Honestly.
In the end I had to run
So I didn’t end up missing it a third time.Except I usually miss my stop…
I have done both. :)
Yes that too… haha
Yesterday, a hour or so before we closed the library for lunch, a bunch of students, from the school next door, visited. A few boys, around 11 years old or so, were talking real loud so I shushed them . When I did this, there was a girl - about the same age as the boys - she was by the information desk where I was sitting - who looked me right in the eye and told me with a giggle that “when I was little, I believed that if you weren’t quiet in the library, the librarians turned into monsters”.
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I hadn’t the time to answer her though before the boys interrupted us, by climbing on the interior - kids huh - otherwise I would have told her that yes of course we become monsters - especially when you’re not behaving as you should at a library ;)…
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