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« on: July 05, 2009, 04:27:31 PM » |
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So the point of this thread is to supply a freewrite topic for the person below. Then that person will take the topic, freewrite about it for sixty seconds or so and then leave a new topic for the person underneath them. The person below can interpret the topic however they wish. So, person below, here's your topic: How and when to shave a cat. |
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Father Luke
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« Reply #1 on: July 05, 2009, 05:48:48 PM » |
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Gawd, honey will you look at that. My wife was looking out the kitchen window. Tumbles, the orange tabby house cat, was walking up the driveway covered in stickers. Aww. Look at the poor little guy, Angel. He's going to have to be shaved, I said. She looked at me with a look like, if you want to shave a cat, feel free. But I ain't helping you. I laughed. ========= New topic: Teaching a child to brush their teeth |
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« Reply #2 on: July 05, 2009, 05:58:40 PM » |
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Lock the kid in the bathroom with a good enough supply of toothbrushes and toothpaste till he or she figures out what to do with it. You may also leave a broom in there. Make sure there is a nanny cam installed, you wouldn't possibly want to miss the fun now, would you?  -- Merlin's Beard |
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Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
T.S. Eliot
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Father Luke
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« Reply #3 on: July 05, 2009, 06:07:35 PM » |
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I awoke in a cave, not knowing how I got there. The last thing I remember was falling asleep while reading. Also I was a little child. The cave had dampness in the air, as if a river were nearby. Upon exploring I found a chest made of wood, and emblazoned with rusted iron studs. Opening the chest I found all manner of things. Included was small bag which said: Merlin's Beard I opened it up. Inside were silver white whiskers. I wish I knew where I was, I thought. No sooner had I thought that but a map appeared. ====== New topic: Being picked on. |
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Jenifer
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« Reply #4 on: July 06, 2009, 01:41:20 AM » |
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My brothers picked on me all the time. I was the youngest, five years behind my brother Patrick. One time they took my favorite baby doll with longish black hair and they shaved all the hair off so you could see where the plugs were. It really scared the hell out of me and when they found that out they thought it was funny as hell. The started chasing me around the house with it and they chased me all through the backyard. New topic: The first time you ever saw actual porn. |
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« Reply #5 on: July 06, 2009, 10:37:20 AM » |
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I had always wondered how my mother managed to fit so much into a suitcase. Ok, so that's so wrong I didn't continue. What you imagine is so much worse than I could conjure up! next: chocolate spread |
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Father Luke
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« Reply #6 on: July 12, 2009, 06:48:39 AM » |
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I spread the chocolate upon the bed. I bed the chocolate upon the spread. I spread the bed upon the chocolate. And that's when the buzzer sounded, and I knew it was done. New subject: Poems for the blind Or, better said thus: ....... .. … … .. ….. .. . . … . . . . . .. . .. …. .. . . … .. ... ... .. ... ... ... ... .... ...... .. ... ... ... ..... .. . .. . . … . . . . .. ... . .... ... .... .... .. ...... .... ... .... ..... ..... ..... .. . . .... .... . .. . . . .. . .. . .. ....... ... .. ... .. ... ....... ... .. .... ... ... .... ... . .. . . .. ... .. . . . . . .. .. … .. .. .... .. ... ... ....... ...... ..... - - Okay, Father Luke |
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« Reply #7 on: July 12, 2009, 02:10:50 PM » |
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Poem for the blind: Annie dropped me off by a something she calls a water fall. Listen to that sound. It’s like music. Crawling over cool grass, slipping my hand into the the water I can feel where the fall hits the pond. My fingers are caressed by the cool softness swirling around them. Over the sound of the water I can hear birds singing and the hum of bees. It’s like a prayer, warm and comforting. This must be what it means to know God. Next subject: But can you dance? |
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Father Luke
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« Reply #8 on: August 12, 2009, 06:35:38 AM » |
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The marble rolled across the table. Max Keiser rested his eyes on the arms of his wheel chair and watched the glass orb. He let his eyes close. He dreamed he was a stallion dancing, across the prairie amongst the long, green grass, which blew in the wind. He dreamed until dinner, when his nurse woke him gently from his rest, and wheeled him into the cafeteria. Next topic: The smell of rotting corpses in the sun. |
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« Reply #9 on: September 10, 2009, 11:14:39 AM » |
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They were the lucky ones. The lifeless bodies began to rise higher, that made the rest of us work harder. Their courpses seemed to reach the blazing sun. Calloused hands stuck out of the walls, calloused hands that were finally free of work. Yes. Lucky. No longer burdened to build this wall of woe. ===== New topic: talking baby comedians on cnn |
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"I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear ... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived." - ?
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Jenifer
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« Reply #10 on: September 27, 2009, 02:25:36 PM » |
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The talking baby comedians on CNN of course could not last as everyone knows that babies, by nature, lean toward the left. After days of left wing humor advertisers threatened to pull sponsorship and the talking baby comedians were let go literally onto the street in the snow where they took to pan handling and telling jokes for money. next topic: what to do about grandpa's rancid farts. |
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Father Luke
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« Reply #11 on: June 11, 2010, 11:27:47 PM » |
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I opened the window to fresh air, and away from grandpa's rancid farts. Yeah, he was dying. Even his farts knew it. Like something had crawled up inside him and died. Carlos? Yeah grandpa, I said. I feel cold. Can you close the window a bit? I looked at him. Blind, the cancer eating his body. The handsome head of hair he once had, eaten by the chemotherapy, and now a shiny, spotted head in it's place. Sure, grandpa. I'm sorry you're cold. Can I get a blanket for you? Next topic: His son is named after you. |
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« Reply #12 on: June 12, 2010, 11:37:45 PM » |
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"His son is named after you," she said while putting the bags of groceries away into the cupboard and the refrigerator. She wiped the bottom shelf of the fridge with a paper towel before she put the grapes in. "I don't care if he's named after me or not," he answered, just before he shook the bottle of coke and then opened it, spraying the contents all over the ceiling and walls. He walked away before she had a chance to answer. She began to clean the mess herself. Next topic: Is this some of the same stuff we got yesterday? |
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« Reply #13 on: June 13, 2010, 06:35:38 PM » |
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"is this the same stuff we got yesterday?" "so what if it is?" "i don't want what we had yesterday." "if you don't want it, get your own." next topic: whose line is it anyway? |
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never stop believing in yourself. aim for the moon, for if you miss you will always land among the stars
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Father Luke
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« Reply #14 on: June 14, 2010, 12:18:11 AM » |
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next topic: whose line is it anyway?
said the troll. If you answer all three you may gain passage.
Ask me the first, said the King.
What's a henway?
The King put his finger to his chin, and tilting his head ever so slightly to the left, said...
A plump one, enough to feed a family of three.
Very GOOD! The troll clasped his hands, and danced a jig.
On with it, said the King. I have business to tend to.
Whose line is it anyway?
My name is not anyway, and it's your line. One question left, said the King.Next Topic: Zombie Jesus |
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