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Theresa Largusa
McKinney, Texas
Word wrangler. Thinker of big ideas. Story explorer.
Interests: music, good friends, coffee, conversation, bad jokes, jolly husband, naughty schnauzers, playing with sentences = my favorite things.
Recent Activity
You were a guy Patty and I chased around town; from The Fabulous Rainbow Tavern to Scoundrel's Lair to the Mural Amphitheatre. You always said hello to us by name (even though you probably thought we were a tad bit annoying.) You were really cute, though, and of course sang... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... I AM A FAKE I AM A FRAUD Here I am. I make shit for a living and I despise craft. Crochet hooks, floss, decoupage lack nature's rough and tumble; no vagabond rhythm at all. But I have no control over my twitchy fingers. I just can't walk away... Continue reading
Posted May 13, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Hey, where were you on Tuesday? Random cried all day because He Was The Only One. Too much responsibility to handle! That morning, he must not have donned his big boy pants. Anyway, your cousin said you're such a "head's down" guy that she often forgets you're here/there. The Buzzard... Continue reading
Posted May 10, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
what you see beneath us supporting all our doubt and despair are bankers boxes full of paper defaced with coordinates on how we were supposed to steer this ship now the return is delayed on our uncharted trip we may as well be carried on this tricky wind and count... Continue reading
Posted May 6, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... Darla's got ascension symptoms bad. Kind of like PMS plus heart palpitations, double vision, and frequent urination. Tinnitus, too, makes it hard for Darla to understand soft talker Ort anymore, no matter how close to her he stands. However (and Darla considers this symptom a boon), Darla now hears... Continue reading
Posted May 4, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
What I have to offer you on Beltane doesn't pertain to fire, flowers, or fornication, but fertility is definitely in the mix. I give you aspects of me washed ashore by the sea. You know my heart is bobbing out there on the ocean. The little blue bag before you... Continue reading
Posted Apr 30, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Soul got foreclosed on Source says: Git outta yer head! Night of Tentacles Continue reading
Posted Apr 28, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
tummy troubles and forearms marked with bruises sunny claws her way to the surface too much time has she spent in the turbulence of deep, deep love catch and detach air comes to her rescue fire keeps her in line distress calls carefully edited no one accuses sunny of sending... Continue reading
Posted Apr 27, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
The astrology lady kept saying "Water Barrier" instead of "Water Bearer" when she gave my reading. Dam! "Make no concessions," she warned. "Just eat them." Our dark side defines us? The light shines so we can exchange pleasantries with our fellow shades? What a waste of hard earned cash. Everyone... Continue reading
Posted Apr 22, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Been thinking about humanity a lot in recent days. Ashes to ashes. Living on this bizarro rock has made me more amenable to escapism than usual. Escape the headlines. Escape slow-day-at-work debates about who should stay in the good ol' US of A and who shouldn't. Escape being human. It's... Continue reading
Posted Apr 21, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
I'm a warm body to occupy a seat on certain days during particular hours. I'm no more different than the Stay In Lane sign I speed past on certain days during particular hours. I am not wired to think of weeks. I'm galactically dense on how to view life as... Continue reading
Posted Apr 20, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Dana tells me to keep that fucking door shut. She says every time I come back through it, I'm a different person. I ask her why's the door there if not to be opened? It's a gateway to ruin, Dana says, and you've never been able to leave the dead... Continue reading
Posted Apr 15, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Is Height-Weight Proportionate a thing anymore? I'm curious because I've been called out for my shape-size-stature (all 160 centimeters of me) in recent years. I never heard comments regarding my shape-size-stature back in the days when ... well, more people were HWP. I'm not even sure I understand what Body... Continue reading
Posted Apr 13, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
OK READY It was the fool moon. Yeah, blame it on the lunge of Libra all tangled up in my "you're terribly unhinged because you've long neglected your needs" business. butreallyiblameitonthefactyousaidCRAZYPEOPLE whilewewereinthemiddleofaperfectlypleasantconvo I'm too old to let anything twist my knickers, or use a word like trigger unless I'm talking... Continue reading
Posted Apr 12, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... Darla knows what it's like to sideswipe, ricochet, merge and burn into an oncoming soul. Darla's got the scars to prove it. Worse yet, Darla's attempts to tell her story to the white coat right in front of her is a waste of time. Nobody's there. Thank the gods... Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
I have a story to share with you. Will you hear it the way I want you to? It may not matter if you miss the point entirely. I tried, you see. I'm 5 lines behind as I lay out the truth. A true thing resonates within the listener, not... Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Picture the journeys we've embarked upon that have led us to this aisle, staring up at the same title, wondering if we've found that lost thing we could never quite nail down. What is found was never lost. Let go of the illusion of going with the flow. We agreed... Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Gary's less stressed these days. The lights he used to see when he closed his eyes now follow him around like fireflies. Those firefly-like lights create a shimmery rooster tail in Gary's wake as he makes his way through the Food Court. Even the tinkling ring of cat bells, once... Continue reading
Posted Mar 30, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Another bitch looking at me. This one's brown. GO THE FUCK BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM. Where did she get $$$ for that computer? Stole it -- bought it with $$$ dealing drugs -- sucking dick. That welfare cunt is looking at me again. Maybe she likes my coat. What... Continue reading
Posted Mar 29, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Chéri, listen up. You've always done a good job with that. Scoot a little closer. That's it. Well, I had the dream again. Zoë's head has much to say. I don't need to tell you how much. You know ... you know? The world! The monsters! You. You with your... Continue reading
Posted Mar 25, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Leesa frequented the Food Court every day. The mission at hand was to record the stories of the people she saw, like the middle aged lady who talked to an empty chair. Leesa also observed the teenage boy who wore an Eisernes Kreuz on his tattered camo jacket, his head... Continue reading
Posted Mar 24, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
I'm supposed to be moving day-to-day command center operations from the head to the heart, or so sayeth 2017. Never been much good with plumbing the murky depths of Feelings and Emotions. Too many bends in the pipe. Reckon emotivity is good for something, but what an awful sticky thing.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 18, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
Previously... Darla embraces trash but she cannot accept dirt. She says what she says with stickers but fuck all if she's got a word for what she's feeling. Always, always she's checking those little green boxes. Grow, she's told by the quivering silvery stars, but do nothing as love dies.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 16, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
yea, vow not to cut your hair for how will the fine headed lads of that bygone surly season be remembered if we tame our knots, kinks, and kurls? the bellicose boys have been felled by spoon and by fire and remain barely one bar's worth of grace notes on... Continue reading
Posted Mar 10, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
You have no discernible shape. You are all pulsating gray matter and no body. I want to give you form. I want to give you a frame from which to hang your sentiment and shame. You rise and roll right up over me. No string, no tail. Nothing to grab... Continue reading
Posted Mar 9, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles