How many minds have I changed over a twitter argument? Little... Very very little. But yet there I'll be, frontline in battle, day in day out, hands pursed over my keyboard, heart beating and brain twisting up charming insults in readiness... Ready to be tipped into anger at any given moment, ready to 'type-lash' individuals into seeing the errors only my brilliant eyes could see and direct them away from. For free oh! It's not like I was getting paid... I was actually paying, using my own data for all of this.
My last "fine dining" experience was at Debonairs Pizza where, midmeal, a waiter appeared and just came up and started cleaning the table. Our exposed pizza lay on the table, having coitus with the particles he was drumming up from his filthy rag.
Prompt: "One thing you need to say" Your eyes are your worst enemies in the game of meeting people. Growing up, I was very judgemental of women based on how they dressed and acted. Somehow my eyes learned and saw anything short or revealing in any way as an invitation for male attention.. which made… Continue reading Day 16: the prompts in my words
Today's prompt is "you knew"... I think this is the final nail in the coffin for that particular series of February word prompts. I mean, you knew what? Prompting idiocy, that's what it's doing. I'll switch to the 15 prompts.. hopefully those are interesting enough to keep me on track. It's valentine and I hope… Continue reading Day 14: updates are red, wordpress is blue… Goodbye to the first prompt series, I won’t miss you.
I haven't been able to follow the prompt because the words were weird one was 'mesh' and the other was '6 pack'. I would twist them around trying to make sense of them and eventually I'ld wake up the next morning with drool on my phone. As today's word is 'you bastard', (I mean, where… Continue reading Day 12: prompts bite the word-dust
Today's, day 9, writing prompt is "killed it". The last thing I killed was mosquito bite, I don't really think of it as a killing. I think of it as removing life from something that was never meant to know existence. How will you sing in my ear knowing fully well you have a terrible… Continue reading Prompted, she wrote (day 9)
So, yesterday's prompt was 'honesty is'. Well, honesty is telling you I drank a little too much last night and couldn't stay up to write. So its 3 a.m, My head hurts like a bastard and I'm trying to rehydrate. my nose is also blocked and my hair is tangled. But the fun was worth… Continue reading The written prompt that could (day 8)