Friday, August 26, 2011

Practice Prompts IV Friday 09:55

Sat in Snow

I have a feeling we are in the wrong place

Born, grew, died

Ding-Dong Bell

I want to be a cow, or possibly a shiny red bucket


Various restaurants, various waiters


Something is in the sky


There are man words for this in Tibet


I'd like to take you (stop there)


Consider this thing that has died

OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!!!!!

I have often walked down this street before

New Orleans

We cannot see beyond it. Is there a beyond?

On the toilet, late.

Love rises up in us.

It's a stain, like tea, or blood

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