Thoughts and things from my analogue writing, a notepad and pen that is. Enjoy!
Short cuts, a long way,
To a slow death,
Drip, drip.
If you looked at the dog you saw fear. If you looked at the owner, cruelty. That’s respect enough for some people.
Forget a garden – they didn’t have the care for life to keep a cactus alive, as if living in their presence was a horrific prospect best answered in the most drastic manner possible; voluntary death.
Whoosh! Another spider was sucked up by the hoover nozzle.
‘This sure is a novel party Frank. And what an entrance!’
…In more local news,
A tightrope walker died today,
When they went offline due to a broadband disconnection.
In a nutshell, there was no net.
love the local news!!
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nice..brings me back to the days when everything gets jot down on a paper immediately..i still have the papers bunched up in a box, far far away under the bed.
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Paper is still good, and tough to delete π
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Very nice.
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Thank you! π
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You’re welcome. I used to write out all of my stories by hand before typing them up. Those were the days. Good for you for continuing to do some of your writing the old fashioned way.
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I write short stories and my novel on laptop, but I jot random ideas on my blackberry or red n black notepads. Lets keep the biros alive! π
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That’s good stuff! π Peace . . .
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Merci beaucoup! π
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π
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