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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.
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In the time it took for the blood to soak through the yellow V-neck, Micah was able to enjoy a satisfying drag off a Camel. The thumb and forefinger of Micah's non-ciggy-holding hand caressed the slip of notebook paper tucked inside the front pocket of his Levi's. "Individuality. Absolute power... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Previously... Dreaming has returned along this sordid road. Everyone is running toward the right. Stand still to absorb the light. Might I imply that when you look up into the sky, staring back atchya are my beseeching eyes? Have it both ways. Watch your strengths atrophy as you make room... Continue reading
Posted Nov 3, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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I informed Elinore that I trusted my gut more than some expert's opinion on how best to sell myself to the Cogs of Industry. She didn't believe me. All is right in the world if we choose to listen to the mysteries in the wind that sigh and cry. Soughing... Continue reading
Posted Sep 6, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Oh lord, my #1 schnauzer girl! I found your sister at the back gate the other day, which had swung open upon the Wide & Wondrous World, as she stood at the very edge of the AC pad staring down a rabbit not more than 10 feet away. Were it... Continue reading
Posted Aug 12, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Hi Richard, I can't remember the last time we spoke. I think it was before the move to Alpha Rd. We didn't have a lot of interaction as teammates since we had different schedules, and then later on you worked remotely, but I'm happy our respective reality bubbles collided, if... Continue reading
Posted Jul 26, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Gwendolyne & Delphine Thickepenny are sisters with whom one ought not to trifle. The ability to wake up on the right side of dirt depends on the respect one gives to a Thickepenny's patience. Before this voyage may be undertaken, a lesson best learned is that well-crafted spells are worth... Continue reading
Posted Jul 11, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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So many seeds have been cast near and far. The time has come for verdant dreams to bring a deep sense of the tangible. Spirit guides have been along for the ride, but now they must rest their weary dogs and let Tansy transcribe this mystical roadmap. Monuments to mindlessness... Continue reading
Posted Jun 19, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Said a grey-haired man: "grab all you can" and now I've successfully completed the task. What now, you ask? I must save my ass. From what? Doom! Ruin! Gloom! All a matter of perspective, really. I've taken stock of my sorrow and I've a neat Badge of Participation to show... Continue reading
Posted May 4, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Previously... ORT: I am surrounded by carelessness and uncertainty. I can only continue to be on top of my shit and lend a hand as I see fit. I am guilty of prancing about like a peacock, but when I show up each and every time, I will sing a... Continue reading
Posted Apr 27, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Previously... Let's discuss this recurring theme of trying on life for size and not clinging to any particular outcome: "The only approach that's working right now is to show up. Routines are my besties for the time being. It feels like I'm barely lifting a pinky, but I see the... Continue reading
Posted Mar 23, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Slivers of ancient pillars that break the cloud's back are embedded in my sweater. Scratches on my hands bloom into forget-me-nots. Have I been walking unawares again under the midnight canopy? No one can see me. Not like this. Continue reading
Posted Mar 16, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Darkness has fallen over a small town, and only the barn owl out for a moonlight snack can view the 360° from its perch in a Doug fir. With a half revolution of its snowy head, that old hooter sees a boy hunch his shoulders; sees a boy crouch. The... Continue reading
Posted Feb 26, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Shaped like an egg with pretzels for legs, Gary is built to duel with The Shadow. Easy work for such a well-rounded fellow. But stick 'im in the light and he'll give you a fright by telling your truth straight to your face. Gary's all garters and lace, but he... Continue reading
Posted Jan 18, 2019 at Semi-Daily Scribbles