Shabby Doll House


                Shabby Doll House ends a perfect year. While the Doll House looks a bit less shabby, oh with all the snow and all, rest reassured it remains mighty shabby. Inside of Shabby Doll House little writers frolic this holiday season. This is one of the most ‘poetry-based’ Shabby Doll House issues to come out. Delightful friends of the Shabby Doll House world welcome everyone this holiday season. Plus this isn’t a moment too soon as the sunshine slowly gets taken away from the Northern Hemisphere. Something is needed to help distract from this lack of sunlight. Shabby Doll House is more than that something. Shabby Doll House wants to be that everything. And it succeeds beautifully. 

                Cassandra Troyan is a modern romantic. Sexy failures happen each and every day. Most love tends to veer onto the ‘unfortunate’ side. Unrequited love, crushes, poor timing, etc. these things stop most people in their tracks. Here though Cassandra wants to breathe life into an entire building giving it meaning once more. Cassandra wants to destroy computers to live in the moment. Golden hour is the best time of day, right before the very end. The melancholy stems from thinking about what could have been done differently this time. 

                Andrew Worthington is the possum of alt lit. Outside the slinky roams out of eye sockets searching for a friend or an eye socket whichever comes first. Tiny helicopters are a twee way that the government spies on its citizens. People consider being spied on ‘cute’ and ‘flattering’ for they weren’t doing anything important anyway. Oral sex is the sex of a generation. When Andrew Worthington speaks about oral sex America should listen. He’s a real charming fellow. He worships his body out of economic need. 

                Theo Thimo has one of the most brutally honest pieces ever to grace Shabby Doll House’s pages. If this doesn’t make the reader cry, then damn it, what does? Poor Theo tries to just get through another work day. Co-workers show off their loneliness to him. Some of them want Theo as a lover. Others want him as a friend. The world is full of sad lonely people who do sad lonely people things every day. While they are at work they try to make friends. For some people work friends are the only friends they have as they retreat deeper and deeper into jobs they hate. Theo captures that simultaneous disgust and embrace of a job, whatever that job might be. 

                Nic*Rad finds a group of dissatisfied poet bloggers. Obviously Nic must have woken up and found one of them sleeping underneath the sink. Class warfare is a major part of living in any country. Without class warfare how could people live with themselves? Will people ever be able to live in harmony? Or is it more fun to worry about locally sourced food and occasionally eat ice cream? This should be clear. 

                Sarah Jean Alexander recants the tale of several sad individuals. They live in a black mold world. Around them are signs of entropy: going from a state of higher to lower energy. Jane takes showers. Jane goes out. Jack works. Jack is disappointed in life. They live in Baltimore America’s least ambitious city. Poor Jack and poor Jane: everything is in steam, in traffic, frustrating and boring. Yes this is what life is really all about. 

                Johnny Vulpine is at an airport. He’s waiting. People around him appear to be emitting a low-level energy. This is fine. This is what is supposed to be done at the airport. Pete sends Johnny a text. Johnny ignores it. Apparently Pete is a totally worthless idiot. Even in his thirties Pete remains hopelessly stupid. Various people talk about AC/DC on the TV. Everybody loves AC/DC for some reason, it sounds subversive even though it was scrubbed clean of all meaning years ago through countless repetitions. 

                Serge Astapkov discusses Jesse. Jesse hangs out with many people and feels completely alone. This is how 80% of parties go. First there’s the boring party. Next comes some lame party that is supposed to help make up for the terrible time. What’s the best are those quiet moments with another person. During various social events it can be hard to socialize or even realize what the point is. Here Jesse tries his best to find meaning. He strangely finds connection when almost completely alone with only another person. Life is about trying to ease that loneliness. It rarely works. Those few times it succeeds are beautiful like escaping gravity, an all crushing force. 

                I’m here! Hurray! 

                LK Shaw knows that this is her party and she’ll write if she wants to. So she does. LK drives late at night. This is when she lives inside of her own head. The mind is the most comfortable place to be. An environment created specifically for happiness in theory in practice it can create distance, space, geographies that remain unknown to the average outside observer. It is that special person who finds out where the mind goes and how to embrace the person, the body and mind.

                Thus it is over. This is one of the loveliest collections from Shabby Doll House. Everyone seems to be alone. But they aren’t quite alone. Everyone is alone together on the internet.

Shabby Doll House

                Shabby Doll House ends a perfect year. While the Doll House looks a bit less shabby, oh with all the snow and all, rest reassured it remains mighty shabby. Inside of Shabby Doll House little writers frolic this holiday season. This is one of the most ‘poetry-based’ Shabby Doll House issues to come out. Delightful friends of the Shabby Doll House world welcome everyone this holiday season. Plus this isn’t a moment too soon as the sunshine slowly gets taken away from the Northern Hemisphere. Something is needed to help distract from this lack of sunlight. Shabby Doll House is more than that something. Shabby Doll House wants to be that everything. And it succeeds beautifully. 

                Cassandra Troyan is a modern romantic. Sexy failures happen each and every day. Most love tends to veer onto the ‘unfortunate’ side. Unrequited love, crushes, poor timing, etc. these things stop most people in their tracks. Here though Cassandra wants to breathe life into an entire building giving it meaning once more. Cassandra wants to destroy computers to live in the moment. Golden hour is the best time of day, right before the very end. The melancholy stems from thinking about what could have been done differently this time. 

                Andrew Worthington is the possum of alt lit. Outside the slinky roams out of eye sockets searching for a friend or an eye socket whichever comes first. Tiny helicopters are a twee way that the government spies on its citizens. People consider being spied on ‘cute’ and ‘flattering’ for they weren’t doing anything important anyway. Oral sex is the sex of a generation. When Andrew Worthington speaks about oral sex America should listen. He’s a real charming fellow. He worships his body out of economic need. 

                Theo Thimo has one of the most brutally honest pieces ever to grace Shabby Doll House’s pages. If this doesn’t make the reader cry, then damn it, what does? Poor Theo tries to just get through another work day. Co-workers show off their loneliness to him. Some of them want Theo as a lover. Others want him as a friend. The world is full of sad lonely people who do sad lonely people things every day. While they are at work they try to make friends. For some people work friends are the only friends they have as they retreat deeper and deeper into jobs they hate. Theo captures that simultaneous disgust and embrace of a job, whatever that job might be. 

                Nic*Rad finds a group of dissatisfied poet bloggers. Obviously Nic must have woken up and found one of them sleeping underneath the sink. Class warfare is a major part of living in any country. Without class warfare how could people live with themselves? Will people ever be able to live in harmony? Or is it more fun to worry about locally sourced food and occasionally eat ice cream? This should be clear. 

                Sarah Jean Alexander recants the tale of several sad individuals. They live in a black mold world. Around them are signs of entropy: going from a state of higher to lower energy. Jane takes showers. Jane goes out. Jack works. Jack is disappointed in life. They live in Baltimore America’s least ambitious city. Poor Jack and poor Jane: everything is in steam, in traffic, frustrating and boring. Yes this is what life is really all about. 

                Johnny Vulpine is at an airport. He’s waiting. People around him appear to be emitting a low-level energy. This is fine. This is what is supposed to be done at the airport. Pete sends Johnny a text. Johnny ignores it. Apparently Pete is a totally worthless idiot. Even in his thirties Pete remains hopelessly stupid. Various people talk about AC/DC on the TV. Everybody loves AC/DC for some reason, it sounds subversive even though it was scrubbed clean of all meaning years ago through countless repetitions. 

                Serge Astapkov discusses Jesse. Jesse hangs out with many people and feels completely alone. This is how 80% of parties go. First there’s the boring party. Next comes some lame party that is supposed to help make up for the terrible time. What’s the best are those quiet moments with another person. During various social events it can be hard to socialize or even realize what the point is. Here Jesse tries his best to find meaning. He strangely finds connection when almost completely alone with only another person. Life is about trying to ease that loneliness. It rarely works. Those few times it succeeds are beautiful like escaping gravity, an all crushing force. 

                I’m here! Hurray! 

                LK Shaw knows that this is her party and she’ll write if she wants to. So she does. LK drives late at night. This is when she lives inside of her own head. The mind is the most comfortable place to be. An environment created specifically for happiness in theory in practice it can create distance, space, geographies that remain unknown to the average outside observer. It is that special person who finds out where the mind goes and how to embrace the person, the body and mind.

                Thus it is over. This is one of the loveliest collections from Shabby Doll House. Everyone seems to be alone. But they aren’t quite alone. Everyone is alone together on the internet.

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