Thanks, Deb. I am amazed at how easy that was to write. It flowed right out. Are you maybe up for a game of literati? We haven't played in ages.
Man, just ascend already.
Willow ,'Chosen'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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sj - Mar 29, 2005 8:06:24 am PST #903 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
erikaj - Mar 29, 2005 8:12:17 am PST #904 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
"Stories that flow are a gift from God." A fellow Munch fan told me that, and we Munch women can't lie. Take the Fifth, yeah, but not lie. The saddest part about mine is it could have been written about any number of people/times. I've thought of another one, but it's dirty.
Pix - Mar 29, 2005 8:12:44 am PST #905 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Wow, sj.
sj - Mar 29, 2005 8:17:07 am PST #906 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Kristin, your story about your Mom this morning sort of inspired me to write it.
Pix - Mar 29, 2005 8:19:28 am PST #907 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Awwww! That's the nicest thing I've heard all day.
deborah grabien - Mar 29, 2005 8:27:31 am PST #908 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
sj, I'd love a quick game. I can only do one, though; there's sanding and scraping that needs doing.
Anyone else?
sj - Mar 29, 2005 8:31:50 am PST #909 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Deb, Semantics, table 50.
deborah grabien - Mar 29, 2005 8:35:15 am PST #910 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
On my way.
Connie Neil - Mar 29, 2005 9:07:01 am PST #911 of 10001
brillig
drive by drabble
I know others have the right to the vigils. Beyond husband, he is son and brother. But I prefer to sit alone. My strength is a silent thing, like mountains. I want no Virgil on my journey, no one I must prop up, no one for whom I have to put on a happy face, who cannot cope with the cold stillness which gets me through this.
To escape Inferno you must go into its heart. In the end, everyone makes that trip alone. I prefer to have no companions who need lied to.
deborah grabien - Mar 29, 2005 9:25:23 am PST #912 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
connie, that's really powerful, but there's a word missing, or off:
I prefer to have no companions who need lied to.