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[robinbloke]

Cotton swabs in small caramel coated peashanks. Thrown aside on a whim at least, not before the topsy turvey lane of the mind crawled past. "Hail me a scooter" it said. Then turned to the door. Eyes opened and spoke softly, lashes in motion like pearly whites. No stars held in the black depths of the gaze, just a taste of an eon finely sliced onto toast. Hot plated for easy reheat. The ring pull discarded like a memory of a former less PC era. It didn't wait for the lights to change, no, it just opened the curtains and flew, feathers flying around it as the great blue opened up before it. A tablecloth over the lands below, rimples and dimples fanning the mountains below as the clouds forced marshmallows into my nose. Sick with the sweeteners I fell, spirals calling me to the haystack that waited, needle carefully hideen in a probability to great to call my own. I couldn't see the sign of the bardoor before me, but it was there. The planks all arrayed military fashion down by down, two by two. What was the question that lay beyond the yaw of the open furnace?
I closed my eyes and let it flow.

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[duranorak.livejournal.com]

~sigh~

"Oh, how I love thee. How I dote on thee."

Though it should be pointed out that when Titania says these lines, she is talking to an ass. :)

But seriously...

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[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

That was such a beautiful play, as well as stupidly funny.

Words are like mincemeat, if you mix enough of them up and cover them in a nice tasty gravy you'll find something worthwhile, tasty and probably bad for you too...

~hugs~

Will you be at Synthetic Culture this month?

[duranorak.livejournal.com]

~smile~ So glad you liked it - it's my favourite play.

~hugs back~ Don't know about Synthetic Culture - I was hoping to, but, eh. Don't know whether I'll be chirpy enough to survive it by then. You coming down, I take it?

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[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Yep! Finally, been too long since I danced my socks off!