| | Here is the product of today's free writing session - no i'm not into hippy dippy freudian blotting neccesarily, just adding some much needed flow to my non-existent writing of the past many years. well, almost free, in that I gave myself the limitation that it had to turn out somewhat like a story. transcribed from my illegible notebook.
Session 001 - "Style and Myles"
Once upon a time, Style and Myles got muddled in a puddle.
Style asked Myles, "why would I get fried while watching forks fly out windows of no particular importance?"
Myles replied, "simple, my dearest Style, because the so called fork you saw flying out the window was no fork at all, it as a rather large broom on the brink of failure!"
Fried was just a manner of saying what was really true of course, that Style was merely seeing things of no particular importance. All this, but they still did not figure out the puzzle of the puddle! Why were they in a puddle when they got muddled?
"aha!" said Style to Myles "I think I know why every time I blink I get the muddles! It's because yesterday out a blue-orange coloued sky a fork fell and hit me on the nose when I looked up accidentally."
Myles looked up again and saw a beautiful blue rose tinkling with raindrops shining in the morning sun. It seemed to be humming a song,
"a dream is a wish your heart makes", like a music box! Chiming again again like in dreams, making everything much more real than it possibly could've should've been!
"A dream is a wish your heart makes! When you're fast asleep..."
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| | Posted 4/10/2007 11:12 PM - 73 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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