These were written a while ago in-class (I think in workshop) but never posted… [narrative poem about the Melodion (Sam's object that he brought in)] [Oh, and as if you couldn't tell, there were some words we had to use...]
i. Their relationship was all platonic at first but when she began to play her melodion, his chest felt sudsy and she took [...]
Here are a few plugins I wish were installed on this blog… Pro.Apps Blogroll Delicious and Digg Integration
Maybe Custom Fields could be useful… the author archiving thing sounds neat, especially when/if we all end up posting together on the motherblog…
Cool link(s) found in my perusing (read: procrastinating) ( Movalog is a great blog with Movable Type plugins and resources…)
Tuesday, May 2, 2006 The New York Times
Drop take rejects boycott challenge prices clash in nationalizes brings gatekeepers killed the personal new.
[Ok, maybe add punctuation? Line breaks.]
Drop, Take rejects. Boycott, Challenge prices, Clash in nationalizes, Brings gatekeepers killed The personal new.
[I guess i have to somehow make it mine. Not sure what to do with it now... It was the second word from [...]
Foreboding night sky. Machined precision. A vivid vision, ascending light’s cry as winged beasts fly.
[to be continued...]
This gave me inordinate amounts of trouble… I restarted a number of times, but just couldn’t get it to work!
There is a mystery where dark brooding lies, amidst the coarse, violent cascade of fiery hail.
A dark sky where nothing will take flight. A scene of deathness despair— yet faith hope in humanity in the light of the sky {WHAT THE F*$@%?!}
Paramaters: Belly, and a yellow piece of paper->Banana (later changed to squash)
A flat belly, an empty stomach Dreams full of flatness tight, sexy clothing. But, A life without ice cream? Not worth living! Who wants to live on tofu and squash for the sake of a flat belly.
Drops of dancing light Waves of dark, deep beneath Break into a buzzsaw Pounding, repeating Primal rhythmic sense appeal Aggressive cutting, harmonies searing, Even the piano lurks. A beaming wavering light emerges, dodges and dips, then fades
Wading through the murky waters of your memory. dredging through the mind, searching for a ray of hope; knowing it isn’t there. the silt slips through your fingers.
There is a gremlin who In my stomach, sits Kneading swollen knuckles ‘Gainst the walls around him.
A purpose he once had: Protecting from the ills Of prehistoric Curiosity.
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