Thursday, September 08, 2011

Thurs/Fri Midnight Prompts

Everyone knows, of course they do

A little bit of change

Taliban 1 Our Lot 0

At the end of the day, all things being equal

RUNNING

I go back to the garden, the dark garden

Looks like you took a wrong turn

You asked for a man. You got me.

My mother could not look at me

We have grown accustomed. This is how we are.

From my navel, heading south

GUIDE BOOK

Darkness slides in, the bar lights flicker

BREN

Not far from here, in an old, crusty apartment

The true function of love

Green beans, carrots, nuts and bolts

RIFLE

You forgot how to love me, but not the other stuff

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