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Write No Cliches ... Pull No Punches ... And Keep Going All Night
Hughs left paw slowly opened and closed
hehehehehe
He then gazed over at his right paw
hehehehehe
as it produced claws
and they drew back in
and forth
and small things died
and large things died also
no way
hehehehehe
I am right on
forever
as he danced
as only an Insane PopCat
can dance
and kill
everything
hehehehehe
a room with many doors
was waited in
patiently
f…
Posted by Sean on May 26th, 2008 at 11:36pm — No Comments
Hugh the PopCat stretched a wing and looked up at the Houseape. The HouseApe snored.
Hugh stratched his other wing (maybe he scratched it) and became amused. And did sit and look upon the Ages of his travel.
We need to move, was the thought that sneaked up. And Hugh sent that thought to the dreaming Ape. *Damn these sneaky thoughts" Dreampt the snoring HouseApe. OK Allready!!!!
How long has it been Hugh?
Ages and Ages.. Or perhaps just a small moment. Hugh replied as he ruff…
Posted by Sean on May 24th, 2008 at 1:07am — No Comments
Almost sparkelings
Almost something from the corner
of her eye.
Noticing something
slightly over there
capture them
All of them
was the thought
why shouldn't it?
Be
Will you help me up?
was asked
demanding
as it should be
Yes was an answer
No was an answer
Perhaps was an answer
as it might be
I want it
Just so!
I am me!
I Love you
Just you
you are you....…
Posted by Sean on May 23rd, 2008 at 1:23am — No Comments
There was a new life. Perhaps not brand new as someone might measure it, but it was still new enough that it had many years of discovery ahead of it (barring being eaten by
something larger than itself.)
And as it was a NewLife, it
had no barriers and so did look out upon the place where it had been
kept and decided that there was more.
The NewLife gathered
its small powers and sent out a query. The waiting then began and a
patience occured. A new query w…
small blades of fire.
Don't think there is anything innocent.
Where this thought came from was unknown. However the being that had it realized he/she/it still had a life of sorts as it/he/she wandered. Awareness was not to be for a time, a slow process in coming as she/it/he moved through the the place that was a private one.
The Being had no Identity, yet they kept moving as small blades of fire sent slivers and shivers through them all.
Clean... thought they as they walked…
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