short original fiction approrpriate to the Lounge ?
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I generally write porn. :cool:
Are you married? It classifies as fiction. :)
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I keep hoping to see one of El Corazon's poems appear here one day ! And once in a while, I feel like throwing up a short (let's say under 2000 words) piece of my own original "surreal" fiction, one I believe has a technoid geekish edge, which may, I immodestly fantasize, entertain some of you lot of literati, beer storage-depots, outlaws, bearded ladies, death-metal cultists, and chimeras escaped from the Island of Dr. Moreau, found in these here parts : but so far the clanking chains of the ghosts of restraint past brush me off like lint. Appreciate your opinion. I thought about the "Soapbox" : but the writing I have in mind has no political, religious, "moral," "lifestyle," "platitudes for self-improvement," "admonishments to avoid damnation," or usual didactic do-do agendas : in fact, quite the reverse. thanks, Bill
"The greater the social and cultural distances between people, the more magical the light that can spring from their contact." Milan Kundera in Testaments Trahis
BillWoodruff wrote:
I keep hoping to see one of El Corazon's poems appear here one day !
A Love Immortal I challenge fate with her grandoise plan Her tapestry woven with the lives of man! Can she be so cruel as to weave us apart? I shall tear the design to win your heart! Oh beautiful Clotho who begins each life, Beware your sisters who weave with strife! Yet, truly, I blame not the three fates. Lachesis but measures given other's dates. And though Atropos cuts them as well The pattern comes from Heaven and Hell. Thanatos beware, I am not yours yet! Those who hold my love shall regret! Her hand I shall fight for, a battle so great That Ares and his riders can appreciate. So have pity Chronos, and grant me time To battle the gods, and make her mine! ;P
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I keep hoping to see one of El Corazon's poems appear here one day ! And once in a while, I feel like throwing up a short (let's say under 2000 words) piece of my own original "surreal" fiction, one I believe has a technoid geekish edge, which may, I immodestly fantasize, entertain some of you lot of literati, beer storage-depots, outlaws, bearded ladies, death-metal cultists, and chimeras escaped from the Island of Dr. Moreau, found in these here parts : but so far the clanking chains of the ghosts of restraint past brush me off like lint. Appreciate your opinion. I thought about the "Soapbox" : but the writing I have in mind has no political, religious, "moral," "lifestyle," "platitudes for self-improvement," "admonishments to avoid damnation," or usual didactic do-do agendas : in fact, quite the reverse. thanks, Bill
"The greater the social and cultural distances between people, the more magical the light that can spring from their contact." Milan Kundera in Testaments Trahis
There was a young lady from Nantucket... supply the rest yourself.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
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I keep hoping to see one of El Corazon's poems appear here one day ! And once in a while, I feel like throwing up a short (let's say under 2000 words) piece of my own original "surreal" fiction, one I believe has a technoid geekish edge, which may, I immodestly fantasize, entertain some of you lot of literati, beer storage-depots, outlaws, bearded ladies, death-metal cultists, and chimeras escaped from the Island of Dr. Moreau, found in these here parts : but so far the clanking chains of the ghosts of restraint past brush me off like lint. Appreciate your opinion. I thought about the "Soapbox" : but the writing I have in mind has no political, religious, "moral," "lifestyle," "platitudes for self-improvement," "admonishments to avoid damnation," or usual didactic do-do agendas : in fact, quite the reverse. thanks, Bill
"The greater the social and cultural distances between people, the more magical the light that can spring from their contact." Milan Kundera in Testaments Trahis
BillWoodruff wrote:
beer storage
:~
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BillWoodruff wrote:
I keep hoping to see one of El Corazon's poems appear here one day !
A Love Immortal I challenge fate with her grandoise plan Her tapestry woven with the lives of man! Can she be so cruel as to weave us apart? I shall tear the design to win your heart! Oh beautiful Clotho who begins each life, Beware your sisters who weave with strife! Yet, truly, I blame not the three fates. Lachesis but measures given other's dates. And though Atropos cuts them as well The pattern comes from Heaven and Hell. Thanatos beware, I am not yours yet! Those who hold my love shall regret! Her hand I shall fight for, a battle so great That Ares and his riders can appreciate. So have pity Chronos, and grant me time To battle the gods, and make her mine! ;P
Least you could use more than one vowel!
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There was a young lady from Nantucket... supply the rest yourself.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
... who had an affair with a ferret? :)
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BillWoodruff wrote:
beer storage
:~
Brady Kelly wrote:
ote: beer storage
Bladder - temporary beer storage.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
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Least you could use more than one vowel!
Brady Kelly wrote:
Least you could use more than one vowel!
world's easiest riddle: Under the leaves, I crawled. Under the eaves I slept. On wings of change, I am magic! A new generation to be born.... fewer vowels too! :-D
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There was a young lady from Nantucket... supply the rest yourself.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
Pete O'Hanlon wrote:
lady from Nantucket
There once was a man from Nantucket Who kept all his cash in a bucket. But his daughter, named Nan, Ran away with a man And as for the bucket, Nantucket. But he followed the pair to Pawtucket, The man and the girl with the bucket; And he said to the man, He was welcome to Nan, But as for the bucket, Pawtucket. Then the pair followed Pa to Manhasset, Where he still held the cash as an asset, But Nan and the man Stole the money and ran, And as for the bucket, Manhasset.
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I generally write porn. :cool:
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haystack [with] little Bo Peep.
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BillWoodruff wrote:
I keep hoping to see one of El Corazon's poems appear here one day !
A Love Immortal I challenge fate with her grandoise plan Her tapestry woven with the lives of man! Can she be so cruel as to weave us apart? I shall tear the design to win your heart! Oh beautiful Clotho who begins each life, Beware your sisters who weave with strife! Yet, truly, I blame not the three fates. Lachesis but measures given other's dates. And though Atropos cuts them as well The pattern comes from Heaven and Hell. Thanatos beware, I am not yours yet! Those who hold my love shall regret! Her hand I shall fight for, a battle so great That Ares and his riders can appreciate. So have pity Chronos, and grant me time To battle the gods, and make her mine! ;P
Nice to see you take the plunge, El Corazon ! I'm in one of the organ-transplant bingo games run by the Sisters of St. Surplus right now, and your words give me courage to open my trench-coat and expose everything ! best, Bill
"The greater the social and cultural distances between people, the more magical the light that can spring from their contact." Milan Kundera in Testaments Trahis
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BillWoodruff wrote:
I keep hoping to see one of El Corazon's poems appear here one day !
A Love Immortal I challenge fate with her grandoise plan Her tapestry woven with the lives of man! Can she be so cruel as to weave us apart? I shall tear the design to win your heart! Oh beautiful Clotho who begins each life, Beware your sisters who weave with strife! Yet, truly, I blame not the three fates. Lachesis but measures given other's dates. And though Atropos cuts them as well The pattern comes from Heaven and Hell. Thanatos beware, I am not yours yet! Those who hold my love shall regret! Her hand I shall fight for, a battle so great That Ares and his riders can appreciate. So have pity Chronos, and grant me time To battle the gods, and make her mine! ;P
There once was a man from Natucket... (Someone smacks Tom...) Whups! (Edited. Dang! I should have read the whole thread first... Pete beat me to it. :sigh: )
WE ARE DYSLEXIC OF BORG. Refutance is systile. Your a$$ will be laminated.
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Nice to see you take the plunge, El Corazon ! I'm in one of the organ-transplant bingo games run by the Sisters of St. Surplus right now, and your words give me courage to open my trench-coat and expose everything ! best, Bill
"The greater the social and cultural distances between people, the more magical the light that can spring from their contact." Milan Kundera in Testaments Trahis
that is fiction... you exposing everything, that would be horror.... ;P okay here is some non-fiction: It's Me (June 2000) A chance at some fame A chance at recognition Who could pass that by? Hours slaved to create it Weekends lost to my work, Pouring my heart and soul Into a machine with none. A light beam flashes out A science fiction dream Becoming reality today But invisible is the beam That reaches into the sky. What can be done to show What is not seen with eyes? Yet a computer world is mine Where all things are seen! They ask me to give sight To their miracle of design. Five weeks of hard work Completed in only three. Sixty seconds of sight To that which is unseen Only one small part taken Merely ten seconds whole On video seen by millions. One small anonymous part To show the invisible, And no one knows it's me.
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Pete O'Hanlon wrote:
lady from Nantucket
There once was a man from Nantucket Who kept all his cash in a bucket. But his daughter, named Nan, Ran away with a man And as for the bucket, Nantucket. But he followed the pair to Pawtucket, The man and the girl with the bucket; And he said to the man, He was welcome to Nan, But as for the bucket, Pawtucket. Then the pair followed Pa to Manhasset, Where he still held the cash as an asset, But Nan and the man Stole the money and ran, And as for the bucket, Manhasset.