Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
The unreal is more profound than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because it is only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles, wood rots, people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
~Chuck Palahniuk

Without poets, without artists, everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more seasons, no more civilizations, no more thought, no more humanity, no more life even; and impotent darkness would reign forever. Poets and artists together determine the features of their age, and the future meekly conforms to their edit.
~Apollinaire

You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world! This room’s the greatest arsenal we could have — arm yourselves!
~Dr Who

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Posted from the Grove:
OnStage @Wordgrove East is still a good idea … just not well attended. Since this editor has more time on his hands without the distractions of civilization, he will be inworld more often, and will occasionally put out an Activity Flag for OnStage, as time allows. There has its own catalog of distractions

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Prewritten for Thurs (05/15) @6pm PT/9 ET is: fugitive, gown

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Piffin: “Asses” (qif)

Asses are for sitting
Asses are for chaps
Asses are for hitting
And pillowing at naps
Asses are for kissing
And pulling donkey carts
Asses are worth missing
When they are shaped like hearts
Asses are for shaking
Asses are for slides
Asses are for breaking beds
On one night motel rides
Asses are for rubbing liniment
And baby earl
Asses are for scrubbing clean
You dirty, dirty girl
Asses, my damnation
Asses, bless my soul
Assly fascination
With two cheeks and a
Holy smoke, now,
Everyone loves asses
Love primal and profound
Except when they pass gasses
Then it’s matches all around

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Prewritten: http://ishtari.arcticworlds3d.com/therestuff/pic001.jpg

 ~Greymane: Victim of His Storm
Trapped inside his interior room, the painted cell of self; ‘I’ of the storm, without a friend, the sailor Captain Failure sails the quest without an end

~Piffin: “Cat in a Window and a Boat”   (qif)

Didn’t write nothin’
‘Cause we’re all gonna die
We’re all gonna die
All gonna die
Russians in Crimea
And we’re all gonna die
Cat in a window and a boat

~BarTalk: Dream Boat

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Impromptu: Riff on the following bowling cartoon
http://wordgrove.com/pins.html

~Piffin: “Ten Pins for Days”  (qif)

Still ain’t writin’ nothin’
‘Cause we’re all gonna die
We’re all gonna die
All gonna die
One thing left worth sayin’
Though we’re all gonna die
My wife’s the hottest bowler that I know
 
~Greymane: untitled

Standing tall against the cannon ball unleashed on them by fate; 10 might fall or the gutter ball, then targets again waiting their next date

~BarTalk: The Terminator

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Writers in Residence:

~Jessalee @Creative InTentions: New Avie Donations
Jessa’s thumbs up for mimi06 and her club, The Messy Closet. Congested inventory, too much lag time loading Gear? Newbies and needy avies can find free treasure here … your help that used to be clutter

Also: Men-Womens Clothes pt 3
Jessa earning T$ from her closet

~Greymane @Greyed Escape: In Decision
To build walls against lies, or be willing to accept deceit; it bleeds, but the truth that hurts is the truth that sets you free

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