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The First Thing That Comes to Your Mind
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Angie
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May 28, 2014 05:06AM
Ran out if room for my books, so I hung some shelves from the ceiling.
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I shelved all my assignments up there, and when the ceiling collapsed under the weight, I was buried in homework.
I lay in a grave of algorithms, derivatives, essays, reports, and presentations.
Parenthetical Footnote: write less, think more.
(Good continuation, Angie!)As I thought more and wrote less, the first thing I pondered was what could merit parenthesis and relegation to a footnote at the same time.
What happens when the footnotes outnumber the text?
The doctoral student jumped for joy, her parentheticalized footnoted text on the deconstructuralization of fictile poetical fiction was being published.
my mind reaches back to the clay tablet where cuniform sought form and pictures. gilgamesh on 12 tablets....
I don't know who Gilgamesh is. What form do they want their fix to take? Maybe tablets of some kind.
Most people today would have heart attacks if you took a chisel and carved into their tablets.
an x on tablets would only make friable a scant amount of tablet powder.
The child wanted to be a pirate so she drew x's on her dalmatian's spots. This way, she would always have some treasure.
hopefully she used a white marker.
(Lol!)The white x's turned every spot into four pie slices. It was a strange dog indeed.
It was no longer a game of spot the dog but dog the spot.
How unfortunate... The bald man had a mole on his head that looked like a poodle.
Less unfortunate than when he woke to find his head looking like a doodle.
His toddler took a brown marker and gave daddy a full head of hair for Fathers' Day.
He felt slightly sketchy, all askew and cock-eyed.
A graffiti artist must always feel sketchy. Plus I never got that "think while on the run" style... :P
A graffiti artist I ain’t. I never bring a can of spray paint.
M sprayed some air freshener and wondered why it left no mark on the wall.
The poodle took one sniff where M had sprayed and then with his urine poor M's scent overlaid.
(Angie, don’t laugh at that! You’ll just encourage him.)
There's a quote I read once; I think it said, "I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult."
Last time I looked here I saw comment and thought "Westboro Baptist." Eek.
How is it that our brains know that 'Last Time' is different from 'time last' as in 'We made time last'?
"Time Enough at last." -The Twilight Zone.
At the last moment the last train left me to begin the journey I had at last started too late.
"Midnight Train to Georgia" by Gladys Knight & the Pips sung on 30 Rock.
Looking at last post's date and am grabbing defibrillator paddles, after each big buzz am yelling "Don't die thread!!!"
The thread, hanging on by a thread, is not yet pronounced dead by our MD.
"We have saved it! This thread will go on..."The EKG machine continued its beeps. Success!
Of course, it is possible that we are in the matrix, and continuation is little more than movie sequels.
That would explain all these inane advertisements for tennis shoes and corn chips.
Tennis shoes and corn chips are essentials for running away: I don't think the thread likes us anymore.
Or maybe the thread wants us to lose weight?
Judging by the corn chips, the thread isn't very good at counting calories.
[[Rotfl]]The question that came to mind was is it better to run away with Cal or live with ease.
He remembered ease’s sister Lou-ease, and distant cousin Dis-ease.
Don't forget their desperate niece named Pretty Pl-ease!
Not to mention the niece’s sister Pl-ooza.
Also, their Aunt Dis-lexia and her son Ooza-pl.
Once wondered if I had dyslexia. Reason? Was sure just recently always spelled "weird" as "wierd"... adamant about it! Weird...
Dyslexia was once described to me as being able to walk within words. What would that be like?
I suppose that would be the same as feeling a painting.
