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I wrote this better a bunch of times. I had that second sentence less fragmented (‘only live’? blergh); I used more evocative words. It didn’t fit that way though, so, like everything else I do, I kinda fudged it.Still. It’s okay to have favourites of your own stuff, I think, and this (or what it could have been) is one of my mine. Click for high-res photo

I wrote this better a bunch of times. I had that second sentence less fragmented (‘only live’? blergh); I used more evocative words. It didn’t fit that way though, so, like everything else I do, I kinda fudged it.
Still.
It’s okay to have favourites of your own stuff, I think, and this (or what it could have been) is one of my mine.

#SOTU

[THE SCENE OPENS ON THE MOUTH OF AN ALLEY FACING OUT TOWARD THE STREET. IT’S DIRTY AND A DUMPSTER SITS ON ITS EDGE. OUR HERO RUNS BY THE ALLEY’S ENTRANCE, BREATHING HEAVILY AND PERSPIRING. HE CATCHES SIGHT OF THE ALLEYWAY IN PASSING, STOPS HIMSELF SUDDENLY, BACKTRACKS AND DUCKS DOWN IT. HE DIVES JUST BEHIND THE DUMPSTER AND HOLDS HIS BREATH. A SECOND LATER A MOB OF PEOPLE STREAM BY, FURIOUSLY SHOUTING OUT THEIR OPINIONS ABOUT AN EVENT BEING BROADCAST AROUND THE WORLD ANYWAY. THE CROWD PASSES AND SILENCE DESCENDS ONCE MORE. OUR HERO WIPES HIS BROW.] 

Our Hero: Phew. 

When all the memes were done,all the sandwiches eaten(ordered from take-out menushung on the doors of other restaurants);♩When all the songs were sung ♫and the trumangs textedand all our pets had their own accountsand tumblogsand podcasts;When we’d all married a followerand had finally tired of making fun of making fun of making fun ofourselves,All that was leftwas a horsetelling jokes. Click for high-res photo

When all the memes were done,
all the sandwiches eaten
(ordered from take-out menus
hung on the doors of other restaurants);
♩When all the songs were sung ♫
and the trumangs texted
and all our pets had their own accounts
and tumblogs
and podcasts;
When we’d all married a follower
and had finally tired of making fun of making fun of making fun of
ourselves,
All that was left
was a horse
telling jokes.

RealTimeWWII is a twitter account of events from 1939, tweeted in parallel real-time (if that makes sense.) It is by far the most fascinating part of my twitter stream at the moment, if only for the breadth of war-related topics it covers. Click for high-res photo

RealTimeWWII is a twitter account of events from 1939, tweeted in parallel real-time (if that makes sense.) It is by far the most fascinating part of my twitter stream at the moment, if only for the breadth of war-related topics it covers.

“It’s like trying to make fun of a clown. What, you’re going to make fun of his tiny car? His floppy shoes? It just doesn’t work.” - Orig. Click for high-res photo

“It’s like trying to make fun of a clown. What, you’re going to make fun of his tiny car? His floppy shoes? It just doesn’t work.” - Orig.

Click for high-res photo


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