Tag: random musings
member name: Brandon S.
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August 06, 2006 12:30 PM EDT --
When I first moved in with my wife over a year ago, I seemed to be an unwanted guest. Her little black Australian Cattledog greeted me with sharp barks, and motorcycle growlings.
To be honest I . . .
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May 22, 2006 07:46 PM EDT --
Afternoon. I rocked in the chair on the front porch whittling a stick still clad in my khaki fatigues, when my fiancée arrived. I watched her unload two brown bags of groceries and . . .
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May 14, 2006 06:11 AM EDT --
Downstairs. I open the canister on the Supersoaker, lay it under the running faucet, and watch as it fills. I place the cap back on and sling the water pistol over my shoulder. . . .
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March 02, 2006 04:35 AM EST --
At night I feel her smoldering heat
And I think of nothing else
Moonlight spills through open blinds
And I think of nothing else
Revealing her form beside mine
And I think of nothing else
Golden . . .
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February 17, 2006 08:03 AM EST --
Did you know that most non-digital clocks on store shelves all show the same time. Yes, it's true. Take a look the next time you go to Walmart or whatever your local store is. Take . . .
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February 28, 2006 08:37 PM EST --
I visit the place
Where neverending food begins
And starts indigestion
I pay the lady
There is no need to tip her
Then push my tray down
Spilling from my cup
Ice cubes start . . .
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February 11, 2006 09:22 AM EST --
So. I work at a school, which for the time being shall remain nameless. The school is on the nice side of Dayton (or at least I like to think so). For the five or so years that I've . . .
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February 16, 2006 07:23 AM EST --
"Swish, Swoosh, Swish"
It's 6 a.m. and I can't sleep.
"Swish, Swoosh, Swish" I can hear it coming from down the hall. She is coming toward me and into the bedroom. . . .
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February 25, 2006 02:17 AM EST --
Bottled promise lies in all.
From the strong to the small,
Being born we all have gifts,
Some to sing and some to lift
Souls of those found distraught,
Treating life . . .
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April 10, 2006 07:12 PM EDT --
We sat down together. She opposite me. Two metal chairs in front of a folding card table, in a concrete room painted sea foam green. Afternoon light streamed in from one window in the . . .
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April 10, 2006 07:44 PM EDT --
Gathering thunder broke the eery silence that had claimed the desert since four o clock. Rainfall did not accompany it, but humidity did. Dewy water clung to the air . . .
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May 24, 2006 09:49 AM EDT --
It was twelfth grade "Creative Writing". My teacher, Mr. Moriarti, always used abject opulence when selecting his clothes and his words. Today was no exception when he arrived clad . . .
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February 24, 2006 07:29 AM EST --
The art of playing hooky is a simple one, but you must follow some simple rules if you are to do it effectively.
Rule 1: Call your boss when you have just woke up from sleep.
We all have . . .
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February 26, 2006 10:21 AM EST --
After flying millions of miles in their hovercraft, Bill and Jane were exhausted. This wasn't their real names of course, this is what they went by when they spoke with other, more simple . . .
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May 02, 2006 10:20 PM EDT --
Tell me if any of this sounds familliar. It's been weeks now since I've posted anything on gather. I mean anything. I feel guilty about it. Like I've been neglecting . . .
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