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add the element you mentioned: kids thinking they invented rebellion and sex and such... an older person in their midst, an older person who wears a mellowed, mild-mannered, unassuming exterior... and so on...
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yeah well the teacher is made up, but, it's the idea of a forgotten memory coming alive, then it leads to other memories, which leads back to the present, wondering where the fire went, if there's a spark that with a little attention could resurrect into the wild fires of yore... stuff like that...
The Yearn of a Virgin
me too, i don't go yelling it but admit to having given it some thought a couple of times since being on Litland.Is that the one about the teacher where everyone is asking what the last stanza means? If so it seems I was right which makes a nice change lol
You're very welcome my dear
On a different part of the board someone replied to me and mentioned 'Bloody Brits' now I don't suppose he knows where I come from but I did feel it was my duty to point out the error of his ways! You're not all Americans on this board you know and I don't go around yelling 'Bloody Americans'!!
whilst underneath that bland exterior is a churning internal vat of what?add the element you mentioned: kids thinking they invented rebellion and sex and such... an older person in their midst, an older person who wears a mellowed, mild-mannered, unassuming exterior... and so on...
oh yes: the omnipresent To Do list
perhaps procrastination is different for us all. mine is usually avoidance (or perhaps being un-settled/un-ready). one of the women at work procrastinates because her attention span is flighty. the only tension in that is for everyone else.
my To Do list is always there. at some times it's more in my face than others. when it's in my face there's definite tension.
quite often i find typos a gift. my fingers type fast than my brain and sometimes whole new words, or completely different words end up on the screen in front of my eyes before i've given them thought. it can be quite a shock. and quite a gift.
EO's 'itmes' is a pearl. my brain wants to translate it to 'times' but knows full well that times doesn't fit to make sense with the sentence, however it's double tricked by the word 'faster' because '.... times faster' is a common phrase. cool eh? i love it.
items, it me's, times
Here seem to have the classic left-right typo, where you end up alternating hands, when 2 letters should use the same hand.
Present browser lacks a spell checker, but properly spelled but out of context words can be even more fun.
There are some typos I commonly do: in coding I often try to 'retrun' from a function (compiler says 'what ?')
To Do:
write some damn poetry.
instead i have this incredible urge to just splurge out utterly descriptive scenes. but where to put them? just in my private journal where no eyes but my own can see, or perhaps blog, ew that might mean doing prose poetry to keep the blog pure, do i have that ability?; or maybe i'll just scribble them on scrap paper where they can be tossed on a table, on top of other scrabbled words. this blank wall beside me is curving with the crave of paint, much like a woman's back arches towards touch. just one word would look good scratched on its grey surface. whoever painted walls grey? where they human? how can anyone live with vertical blinds and grey walls? is it any wonder i ache to write about waterfalls, blossoms, the chubby rosy cheeks of babies? anything rounded has to be better than living within the walls of this storm-surged house.
ahh, okay i feel a little better now. but may have to do that again.
soon.
/rant
I was once in a chatroom and putting macros (word pictures) into the room and one chap commented about it ..... his name was Willy. Unthinking I answered using his name and it came out as "It's my artistic bent Willy" !!!!! the chatroom ground to a stunned standstill for a full minute before the comments came thick and fast and you can imagine what they were!
LMAO
omg. I have been so busy, I can't even think straight. Late last night, I finished my weekly batch of 60 articles (30 unique articles and 2 alternate versions for each) that was supposed to be done Monday. Got another batch of 60 due Monday.. and my one client gave me 10 additional articles needed "urgently"! I gave him the most urgent one already. Gotta work on the other 9 today.
Normally, I can whip these articles out without much problem. Lately, my concentration is lacking due to my depression and PTSD.
I almost totally f'd up buying cigs the other day. Got carded, dude asked me how old I am, and I gave him the wrong age!!! Total blonde moment. I had been thinking so much about turning 38 in Dec. the last few months that I had already mentally aged myself accordingly. Did I tell you guys I am 38 any time recently? LOL I'm 37-- until December anyway.