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    Writers’ night out.

    Writers’ night out.

     
  2. 21:35

    Notes: 3

    Couldn’t wait, got the kickoff story done and had to post it.

    The End has begun!

    [still not to late to join in, let me know if you’re wondering]

     
  3. mason-rhett-ford:

    conversinginmetaphors:

    mikeyj529:

    les-autres-arachnides:

    modes of scintillation 

    scintilla of modalities

    antipodes of skin tags

    chinchilla of anti-moleskins

    wineskin of sarsaparilla

     
  4. Yeah I’ve come to know the wishlist of my father.
    I’ve come to know the shipwrecks where he wished.
    I’ve come to wish aloud among the overdressed crowd.
    Come to witness now the sinking of the ship.
    Throwing pennies from the seatop next to it.

    And I’ve come to roam the forest past the village
    With a dozen lazy horses in my cart.
    I’ve come here to get eyed
    To do more than just get by
    I’ve come to test the timber of my heart.
    Oh I’ve come to test the timber of my heart.

    And I’ve come to be untroubled in my seeking.
    And I’ve come to see that nothing is for naught.
    I’ve come to reach out blind
    To reach forward and behind
    For the more I seek the more I’m sought
    Yeah, the more I seek the more I’m sought.

    And I’ve come to meet the sheriff and his posse,
    To offer him the broad side of my jaw.
    I’ve come here to get broke,
    Then maybe bum a smoke.
    We’ll go drinking two towns over after all.
    Well, we’ll go drinking two towns over after all.

    And I’ve come to meet the legendary takers.
    I’ve only come to ask them for a lot.
    Oh they say I come with less than I should rightfully possess.
    I say the more I buy the more I’m bought.
    And the more I’m bought the less I cost.

    And I’ve come to take their servants and their surplus.
    And I’ve come to take their raincoats and their speed.
    I’ve come to get my fill
    To ransack and spill.
    I’ve come to take the harvest for the seed.
    I’ve come to take the harvest for the seed.

    And I’ve come to know the manger that you sleep in.
    I’ve come to be the stranger that you keep.
    I’ve come from down the road,
    And my footsteps never slowed.
    Before we met I knew we’d meet.
    Before we met I knew we’d meet.

    And I’ve come here to ignore your cries and heartaches.
    I’ve come to closely listen to you sing.
    I’ve come here to insist
    That I leave here with a kiss.
    I’ve come to say exactly what I mean.
    And I mean so many things.

    And you’ve come to know me stubborn as a butcher.
    And you’ve come to know me thankless as a guest.
    But will you recognize my face
    When God’s awful grace
    Strips me of my jacket and my vest,
    And reveals all the treasure in my chest?

    (Source: Spotify)

     
  5. 22:34 27th Jul 2014

    Notes: 44

    Reblogged from epea-pteroenta

    Summer On My Tongue

    epea-pteroenta:

    Tomatoes just off the vine
    A drip caught between finger and cone
    Water out of the garden hose
    Flame char and smoke
    Sea salt on tanned skin
    Beans from the basket
    Sloshing quenching shandy pint
    Tooth-stripped cob corn

     
  6. 17:31

    Notes: 12

    Reblogged from inanotherdirection

    Tags: The Endcrazy ideacommunity

    inanotherdirection:

    Just about time to kick off this crazy idea, “The End”.

    When your turn comes up, you look at the response from the player ahead of you, and use anything that strikes you from that to inspire your own work. It’s my hope that you would feel free to make your own work as individual as you would…

    Fingers crossed.

     
  7. A-fuddle, B-fuddle, C-fuddle,…

    Sunday, July 27
    kittygory replied to your post“Writers Place prompt: Making it Count”
    The numeration and the value? Are you trying to further befuddle me, young man? LOL!
    Further? Impossible.
    It is only when we’re prepared to put aside what we think we’re certain of that we can admit to what is next.