The Isolated Blurt Thread V: For Vendetta

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Actually fished around for a bit to find a piece with skin on it to prove to myself that I'm not in fact eating chopped hot dogs.
 
Yesterday I realized I couldn't for the life of me remember his name. Very happifying.
 
My homemade hash browns came out "Waffle House perfect". :D

It's gonna be a good day.

Time to go to church and pray for miles' and Julybaby's kids.
 
Don't you hate when you bookmark a good piece of porn, then go to get it, and the link is not working....I mean, life is tough enough sometimes....
 
there are so many things unfinished:



it was worn
around the edges
and a bit sad to look at
if you didn't know its story...

nonetheless, it still performed it's part;
quelling frayed nerves and unsure thoughts,
stilling darting eyes and then drying tears...

it seemed most unfair that it too would be retired
(and lost, no doubt)
just because the old man had given slip to the world
and so, his practice

margaret had been with them for nearly 40 years.
she'd given him new pants
and new sleeves when they were needed.
his eyes were her eyes;
she'd chosen, then carefully sewn on the colourful buttons that served...
almost every year - a ritual of sorts...

damn the doctor - old man!
a flash of a thought then - just only...
the bear had never had a name but bear
and bear deserved better than a soon to be forgotten box...

margaret pulled him to her chest;
again for just a moment...
then put him in the small pile of items she'd be taking when she left.
in the back of her mind
she cleared a space in her wash of loss and sadness and purple
and began noodling on his name...
 
Having a wholesome brunch with my parents after last night's debauchery is just tickling my happy bone.
 
I had a dream about dolf.

She painted this town. Big painting with shops and roads and sunshine and colours and it was beautiful. We were all amazed. And next to the town was a list of names. Our names. Girls and then boys. Next to each name were little cars. The more you post, the more cars you have.

Anyway, So dolf said, "Now put your cars on the road."

In my dream, I had way more posts than any of you girls, and dolf said "You're hogging the road. Lucky for you I'm an excellent driver."

Funniest fucking dream ever.
 
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I had a dream about dolf.

She painted this town. Big painting with shops and roads and sunshine and colours and it was beautiful. We were all amazed. And next to the town was a list of names. Our names. Girls and then boys. Next to each name were little cars. The more you post, the more cars you have.

Anyway, So dolf said, "Now put your cars on the road."

In my dream, I had way more posts than any of you girls, and dolf said "You're hogging the road. Lucky for you I'm an excellent driver."

Funniest fucking dream ever.

Weird you should say this, I dreamt about Lit this afternoon. I dreamt Sean wrote me a long letter about certain Litsters. Dolf was in it, she came off good though!
 
Weird you should say this, I dreamt about Lit this afternoon. I dreamt Sean wrote me a long letter about certain Litsters. Dolf was in it, she came off good though!

You did? :D

But more importantly, do I post too much? Lol.
 
You did? :D

But more importantly, do I post too much? Lol.

What's really surreal is I could read it. He once posted his handwriting on here and I hit the screen with my shoe because I thought it was an eight-legged bastard.
 
I hate east winds. They make me want to bury bodies in my backyard.
 
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