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It depends who’s asking and when. I write to amuse myself. I like to intimate what I know, coyly. I like provocation and get people to give chase trying to correct me, with all their strategies to box me in. I’m writing, hoping someone sees all the buffoonery and is laughing. Then, I write and write and produce keys for every societal jail and walk out with a ‘how ya doin’ and ‘catch ya later’. The more I write and observe methods, behaviors, the scientists, psychologists, theologians and the antics of other ‘writers’, the faster the words come. The nudging helps, too. I’d play to an empty theater as contentedly as if it were full. I’d streak through dystopia newspeaking in pig Latin. I’m special. Mama made no excuses for me. She’d read the riot act to a woman in church for calling me a little Dickens. But why am I telling all you guys? I need to post and get to bed. Sorry again, Lilli. ![]() T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ ![]() Ever present Did I post in the right dialogue box? I get lost in forums, sometimes. I think I see the exit. *waves* You’re all missing out. |