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Tuesday, November 30, 2010
FREEBIES!!
Part of Boot Camp is open to all-comers for the month of December 2010
and then, for any 2011 memberships taken up before the end of 2010, we are offering 2-for-1
Normal costs are £66 a month. Buy one, get one free
Pay for a month, get two
Pay for two months, get four
Pay for 3 months get six
Get eight months for the prices of four, 10 months for the price of 5, or pay for 6 months and get the whole of 2011
and then, for any 2011 memberships taken up before the end of 2010, we are offering 2-for-1
Normal costs are £66 a month. Buy one, get one free
Pay for a month, get two
Pay for two months, get four
Pay for 3 months get six
Get eight months for the prices of four, 10 months for the price of 5, or pay for 6 months and get the whole of 2011
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Prompts 27 Nov
An evening in Braga
Perfecting the tumble-turn
As expected, the peak age is twenty-seven
178 Literary Allusions
The moving finger writes and having writ moves on
OIL
Monday Night Mathematics
A Bottle of Water
The Ugliness of the Razorbill
I am waiting, I have waited, I will wait.
The buzz of an empty office
Tommy has Gone
How child soldiers kill, how badly they die
It is not quite poison
Heroes & Sweethearts
I have in my hand...
What is this life, if full of care, we have no time
Picnic at the British Museum
Iron Man
Or to put it another way, No.
Perfecting the tumble-turn
As expected, the peak age is twenty-seven
178 Literary Allusions
The moving finger writes and having writ moves on
OIL
Monday Night Mathematics
A Bottle of Water
The Ugliness of the Razorbill
I am waiting, I have waited, I will wait.
The buzz of an empty office
Tommy has Gone
How child soldiers kill, how badly they die
It is not quite poison
Heroes & Sweethearts
I have in my hand...
What is this life, if full of care, we have no time
Picnic at the British Museum
Iron Man
Or to put it another way, No.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Prompts 13 Nov
The babies, combs, ribbons
We gathered at night, drifting in
A T-Bone steak for a dime
The winter evening settles down
We were living in trees, but we were living
Sometimes there comes, as if of darkness made
We club the children, not for sport, but they breed so, and their skins
Oh 1914!
Why has that gentleman fallen, does he eat the earth?
Horrible Headline 13
Goldfish
A bouquet, there is no question, simmering mussels, and somewhere, sex
I wondered lonely and all that shit
I have trouble with my nerves
Hug a plastic tree
What kind of staircase would Madam like?
There's this way, that way, which way
I am a dot, not like the other dots. Really
We gathered at night, drifting in
A T-Bone steak for a dime
The winter evening settles down
We were living in trees, but we were living
Sometimes there comes, as if of darkness made
We club the children, not for sport, but they breed so, and their skins
Oh 1914!
Why has that gentleman fallen, does he eat the earth?
Horrible Headline 13
Goldfish
A bouquet, there is no question, simmering mussels, and somewhere, sex
I wondered lonely and all that shit
I have trouble with my nerves
Hug a plastic tree
What kind of staircase would Madam like?
There's this way, that way, which way
I am a dot, not like the other dots. Really
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Prompts 10 Nov
I am suspicious of my country; what we are
PIN
The contaminated hate each other the most
TICK
Her Nembutal Bed
Oh, what a meal I will make of you!
SPRING
I have left my street
There is no time here; time prefers the shore, the mountains
TOCK
I am not sure why, but we are stripping doors
CHINA
Ten, and a bus thunders in, stinking of rubber
SPOT
Meanwhile, back at the ranch
Even as she kills you, the sea is indifferent
PEA
When she is sad, she thinks of old houses
Jennifer Do-Much
And if Disney had discovered religion
Sit down, breathe slowly, talk. Maybe we'll play chess
STAIN
Underground, the light is bright: what comes?
X
The sound of a soft, felt, clapper-less bell
How is perhaps?
I would like more boats in my life
before, it was better
I'll go out and come in again
Why women talk of soft things
Soldiers are buying coffee
She would have preferred more "tragic"
PIN
The contaminated hate each other the most
TICK
Her Nembutal Bed
Oh, what a meal I will make of you!
SPRING
I have left my street
There is no time here; time prefers the shore, the mountains
TOCK
I am not sure why, but we are stripping doors
CHINA
Ten, and a bus thunders in, stinking of rubber
SPOT
Meanwhile, back at the ranch
Even as she kills you, the sea is indifferent
PEA
When she is sad, she thinks of old houses
Jennifer Do-Much
And if Disney had discovered religion
Sit down, breathe slowly, talk. Maybe we'll play chess
STAIN
Underground, the light is bright: what comes?
X
The sound of a soft, felt, clapper-less bell
How is perhaps?
I would like more boats in my life
before, it was better
I'll go out and come in again
Why women talk of soft things
Soldiers are buying coffee
She would have preferred more "tragic"
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Flash Prompts 9 November
It is 1939 and we are tired
Lies, Damn Lies
Six rechargeable batteries, one not in line
07:42
Who sleep and wake, who murder and intrigue
What Innocence? What Guilt? Are they my fingermarks?
PIN!
The hand that rocked the cradle has kicked the bucket
Integration!
Well he would say that, wouldn't he?
And rain
Forever is shorter than you think
Two Pens
Perhaps, there is always an alternative, as there is always dying
First you need to know the gradient, then...
Iron Man
Twenty boxes of past its sell-by date coffee
You could use the books
Beautiful boys with bright red guitars
Prize poet lost for words
Above the baking tits of St Tropez
I only met her once, at Cliveden
The guitarist's writer-wife
Pills to brighten up your day
Lord Miles is caught up in something fishy
Lies, Damn Lies
Six rechargeable batteries, one not in line
07:42
Who sleep and wake, who murder and intrigue
What Innocence? What Guilt? Are they my fingermarks?
PIN!
The hand that rocked the cradle has kicked the bucket
Integration!
Well he would say that, wouldn't he?
And rain
Forever is shorter than you think
Two Pens
Perhaps, there is always an alternative, as there is always dying
First you need to know the gradient, then...
Iron Man
Twenty boxes of past its sell-by date coffee
You could use the books
Beautiful boys with bright red guitars
Prize poet lost for words
Above the baking tits of St Tropez
I only met her once, at Cliveden
The guitarist's writer-wife
Pills to brighten up your day
Lord Miles is caught up in something fishy
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