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llcoolvad1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
I took the right-hand path, scuffing through a mat of pine needles and fine snow.
It was a steep climb. After a few minutes, I began to sweat. My fury diminished, bitten away by the cold. For the last few years I'd carried on conversations in my head. Well, not conversations really; arguments. Now the voices fell silent. I found myself focusing on things I didn't usually notice, like the vapor clouding my face with every breath, the way sounds seemed to carry from far away. Seagulls, a diesel engine, waves tugging at the shingle beach below.
Elizabeth Hand, Generation Loss.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
I took the right-hand path, scuffing through a mat of pine needles and fine snow.
It was a steep climb. After a few minutes, I began to sweat. My fury diminished, bitten away by the cold. For the last few years I'd carried on conversations in my head. Well, not conversations really; arguments. Now the voices fell silent. I found myself focusing on things I didn't usually notice, like the vapor clouding my face with every breath, the way sounds seemed to carry from far away. Seagulls, a diesel engine, waves tugging at the shingle beach below.
Elizabeth Hand, Generation Loss.
