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Word: louds (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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When the old wolves know they are about to die, they sneak back into the woods and find their territory, the land that is especially theirs. To find my bed, I coped with an elevator wall, and the carpeted interior of my dormitory which made loud noises when I walked upon it. The walls of my room swirled around and around, dilating and breathing, their bright colors and strange poster faces lulling my consciousness--the face of Jim Morrison peered in on me from an album cover, still and refracted, inviting me to his morbid dance with a grim smile...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...sludge. Scrubby, spotless students passed them by with remarkable direction and oblivious, vacant expressions. They continued like a stream of mosaic colors, and the noise became louder; orange cement mixers whirling and turning and the tools spitting out their dense, metallic noises; they got louder and louder, so loud that I blocked my ears and worried that my neighbor might come to complain about the stereo again. But it was real...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...want to enjoy your week, do it this way. Arrive a little bit late, at the risk of being stuck with the living room or the misfit in your rooming group. Yeah, that's right, the 400-pound sumo wrestler from East Schneck who listens to opera real loud, and picks his nose...

Author: By Andrew Multer, | Title: Six Ways to Survive | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...calculator looped around her belt. I had worried about the place when I met the guy downstairs who bleached his hair ash blond and posted death poetry, embellished by skull and crossbones, on his door. I got nervous when I heard the strains of opera punctuated by very loud and horrifyingly off-key singing in the room next door. But I knew I was in serious trouble when I heard that question...

Author: By Susand D. Chira, | Title: Welcome to my Night-mare | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

Then there were the Campfire Girls--two puerile Jewish American Princesses who dominated the floor in spirit by virtue of their loud, inane squels of girlish fun. They raced around in shorty nightgowns, short-sheeted beds, watched TV, hung out their windows and flirtatiously called down to men, and played cute little pranks like getting some guy to burst into my room at 3 a.m. and jump on my bed while they laughed maniacally outside. Welcome to summer camp. One of them, Lori, was a real space shot; she babbled in a soft, coy voice and wandered about in heavy...

Author: By Susand D. Chira, | Title: Welcome to my Night-mare | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

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