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 ^{(it's beta!)}

It's always this one place. Always. I don't think I've ever had a singular, recurring place that I've been able to recreate in my mind quite as well.

Maybe I've just seen too many noir movies.

Specifically submitted to my Composition professor in yellow legal paper because the man hates when things don't match.

*exhales*

so was it good for you too?

...really really really really really really really really really reallyreally really really really...

This is a gift to one Ironypills, and as such she owns full rights to this writing including right to publish, right to modify, and right to mock incessantly.

one poem, medium rare, with a side of bizarre (extra crispy) coming right up.

done in-page. no editing, no going back and thinking "glad I decided to proofread and get rid of THAT."

This sounds one hell of a lot better if you imagine this being sung by Franz Ferdinand. Also, Saint Augustine was the patron of brewers (and was quite fluent in the language of debauchery before he found religion), and Saint Jude the patron saint of lost causes

This initially began as an art project. For the local art show, I made a fake concert poster for a fake band. The first name that popped into my head was South Saint Jude. Asking around for opinions, I found that the majority (read: four of a total six) thought the name sounded indie/emo. So I ran with it. The poster got good reviews as a digital/traditional art mix. It got me thinking about where such a band might come from. And thus, the fictional setting of South Saint Jude was born. This is a sidestep to "Generically Titled, Uniquely Written," still in present, cleancut, and very much unconventional; yet thankfully, not about love. What with Junior Prom around the corner and all, I'd like to avoid such.

Anyhow, this series is, if you've ever read it, like the internet comic "Templar, Arizona" by Spike. Except without all the bolivian food or real-world allusions.

Neon lights, smokes, and untuned bass guitars. Synonymous? South Saint Jude.

Commentary for Before the Gig - South Saint Jude's Return from/to the Miserable:

...its good to be home again.

This is the first piece I've written since I left here for the land of last-few-months-senior-year. I'm a little rusty, as you've seen. Turns out I can't quite kick the IF habit without losing a little something I need.

Commentary for South Saint Jude - Letters from Nobody:

Boring boring character development. expect more. hurr inference to day/night hurr.

Commentary for South Saint Jude - Letters from Nobody:

all character develoment and no plot makes subliminiminal a dull writer

all character develoment and no plot makes subliminiminal a dull writer

all character development and no plot makes subliminiminal a dull writer

all character developmen and no plot makes subliminiminial a dull writer

all character development and no plot makes subliminiminal a dull writer

all character development and plot makes subliminiminal a dull writer

all character develiopment and no plot makes subliminiminal a dull writer

all character develoment and no plot makes suubliminiminal a dull writer

all character development and no plot makes subliminimnal a dull writer

all character development and no plot makes subliminiminal a dull writer

all character development and no plt makes subliminiminal a dull wrtier.

Commentary for South Saint Jude - Matthew and the Painter:

damn. this is the most I've written about ssj since the first piece. more buildup, much later than the letters. some things may seem... familiar to those who were around for the first piece I wrote here.

Finally fleshing out another character besides Zachary. Yeesh. And a long 'un, too. definitely not my earlier descriptive work, and not the robotic crap I did with the third piece. flyinnggg higherrrr, working harderrrr. Must sleep. no more journey.

My short-lived obsession with narcolepsy (Rat Race, anyone?) fusing with my long-living displeasure with apathy.

Putting things back in perspective, I guess. It's been a long goddamn time since I last wrote.

Not an actual event, just something I wrote because sooner or later, it's probably gonna be rooted in reality.