You just HAD to say that, didn't you? You just had to get me thinking about him again... Man, I was almost completely OVER it. ::sigh:: Must be kismet.
Saturday nights in junior high school are for arcade games and pool. But you can't win money playing arcade games.
There's my allowance, in the form of a twenty-dollar bill, on the rail. I feel lucky. I'm not going to play shithouse. I'm going to play with skill and patience. It's odd; as I prepare to break, I can smell the pale, dead odor of the cue chalk, feel its grittiness on my fingers, and between my index and middle fingers, the smooth yet slightly-worn surface of the cue, ready to strike.
1. I don't mind a bit. :) 2. Random words or images that I throw out to kick-start the writers on my list. If the image of wood beneath your hand starts a bit of a story going in your head, fiction or nonfiction, write it! You can post it or not, up to you, but I love to see what people write based on the prompts. Participation is, of course, in no way mandatory - just if any prompt any day catches your fancy.
'Song said wood. Huhhuhhuhuhuhuhhu ehhhehehehe ehheheheh uhuhuhuh.
;)
But seriously, just dropping in to say you'll be getting a package before Saturday. :) I'd say by tomorrow, but I don't know if the USPS can live up to its promise.
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Yeesh. Some people.
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For once, it's not me with the dirty mind. :P
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::crazy::
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Saturday nights in junior high school are for arcade games and pool. But you can't win money playing arcade games.
There's my allowance, in the form of a twenty-dollar bill, on the rail. I feel lucky. I'm not going to play shithouse. I'm going to play with skill and patience. It's odd; as I prepare to break, I can smell the pale, dead odor of the cue chalk, feel its grittiness on my fingers, and between my index and middle fingers, the smooth yet slightly-worn surface of the cue, ready to strike.
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And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wood beneath my fingers.
Hmm. Doesn't quite scan.
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I have only come here seeking knowledge
Things they wouldn’t teach me of in college
I can see the destiny you sold
Turned into a bannister of wood
I’ll be wood beneath your fingers
I’ll be wood beneath your fingers
*nods decisively*
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2. I don't really understand what a writing prompt is.
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2. Random words or images that I throw out to kick-start the writers on my list. If the image of wood beneath your hand starts a bit of a story going in your head, fiction or nonfiction, write it! You can post it or not, up to you, but I love to see what people write based on the prompts. Participation is, of course, in no way mandatory - just if any prompt any day catches your fancy.
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2. Hmmmmmmm...I think I like this game.
Songsongsongsong.
;)
But seriously, just dropping in to say you'll be getting a package before Saturday. :) I'd say by tomorrow, but I don't know if the USPS can live up to its promise.
WEEEEEEEE.
Re: Songsongsongsong.