Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the 'comments' section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
I'm not mad, I'm just scared, worried; I look in your eyes and you're not there. It's all rage and fire and brimstone, and it's disconcerting. If you were bigger, I'd be terrified. I picture dams exploding, massive earthquakes, volcanos erupting - all in that 1950s newsreel patter - I can hear the doot doo doo doot doo. I wish you could hear it, too.
You're so beautiful. Simple to say, says it all, no need to dress it up. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I'm not just talking exterior. You were gifted with the exterior, inside cleaning, free pine scent. Hell, they simonized your tires. But you're not beautiful when you get that way, all spit and fury. No one knows what to think. And usually I'd think, then fuck them.
But I don't know what to think either.
I guess I'll go back and forth on it. Like cliched tides and the windy updrafts your moods still ride. Sometimes, I'm not seeing the glass half empty. Most of the time I'm not even thinking about glasses - they're like tides. They cheapen this whole thing. But I can't say the truth truth.
Because words like that don't come back. They'd just lay there.
And we'd have to look at them.
ATTENTION, I WILL IN AND OUT MOST OF THE DAY. BREAK THE BLOG FOR ME! AND GIVE ME SOME STUFF TO READ! Get 'em! :)