Tennis racket

by mesolithic   Dec 19, 2005


You could all see from the way she walked in she was wearing her usual blend of melted plastic and hairpins.
and do we lie?
we never.

she swept over, dragging her infernal tennis racket that they call noise. we called her over to our table and she just wept.
and do we think?
we never.

her movement was poetic, like she had a dream or two. but dreams are just for beginners.
and do we write?
we never.
we just type.

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  • 19 years ago

    by mesolithic

    :P

  • 19 years ago

    by disorientated

    Rob, you weirdo!!! ;P

  • 19 years ago

    by mesolithic

    :)

  • 19 years ago

    by Melissa

    I really like this one! These words sre fantastic!
    "her movement was poetic, like she had a dream or two. but dreams are just for beginners.
    and do we write?
    we never.
    we just type."
    Very creative and an excellent choice of words!

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