Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
History teaches that war begins when governments believe the price of aggression is cheap.
~Ronald Reagan

No mother would ever willingly sacrifice her sons for territorial gain, for economic advantage, for ideology.
~Ronald Reagan

A people free to choose will always choose peace.
~Ronald Reagan

EndQuote:
People don’t start wars, governments do.
~Ronald Reagan

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Posted from the Grove:

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Piffin From The Platform: Featuring ~My Chemical Romance

~My Chemical Romance: Disenchanted    (4:54)

~My Chemical Romance: S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W   (4:26)

~My Chemical Romance: Summertime (  4:06)

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Prewritten for Thurs 04/12  (6:00pm PT/9 ET):   homunculus

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: cheap motel

~Greymane: Cheap Motel

It was like driving through a strobe light on those winding roads with the sun flickering through the canopy above. It was almost hypnotic. He had to concentrate very intently to stay on the road, it was hard, and she never shut up, the whole time she never shut up. On and on for nearly forty minutes so far about how he had disrespected her sister’s husband.

He didn’t care. The man was an ass. No one else had heard his snide remarks. He only shared them with Will. It was “Guy Talk”. He was one of those guys and proud of it but that was only half the problem. His parents had been very well to do which had gilded his ego. He felt he was above William and his wife and showed it despite the fact that they had done very well for themselves and had a nice comfortable life. They were able to avoid him most of the time except for holidays but every time Will had encountered the man he liked him less and less. He had tolerated him long enough and had simply had enough of him this weekend. He reacted, maybe a bit too much maybe not, he didn’t care either way. He had exploded and verbally pummeled the man with twelve years of disdain.

Delia’s sister Jean and her husband Hank had moved during this last year so Will was unfamiliar with these crooked mountain roads. He was thinking they might just be lost and was distracted by the car’s GPS when Delia stopped her scolding to scream out.

“Will!!” she shrieked, “Watch out!”

He almost didn’t see the fallen tree across the road in time. He swerved violently onto the shoulder, sliding almost gently into a large pine tree on Delia’s side. They were not hurt but the car was stuck tilted on the slope against the tree. The more he tried the deeper they sunk in the soft soil.

They climbed out of the car and up to the road. There was nothing but an asphalt ribbon as far as they could see in either direction forming a corridor between the tall trees. It would be dark soon and their only option was to call Jean and Hank for assistance. They left a message when they didn’t answer telling them they would set out walking back the way they had come. They had passed a cheap motel some miles back and told them to meet them there at the dark Forest Inn when they got the message.

Delia spent the next five miles and ninety minutes explaining to William why this was all his fault and how he really should learn to control his emotions…blah blah blah. He heard less than half of it between the racing thoughts in his own head.

(to be continued…)

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BarTalk: First Time

Cheap motel, king’s palace
First time, me and Alice
Roll dice, take a chance
Her panties, my pants
Next roll, then we dance

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Bargain Love

Cheapest date, loneliness
Dream dates are loneliest
Onanist is the onlyest to
Take comfort from succubi
Motel rates still apply

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5-7-5 x 2

nine days lost at sea
beer, cheap motel, hot shower
next day back at work

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torn, smoke drenched curtains
soiled mattress, worn sheets, stained walls
tired love for sale, cheap

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Impromptu: engine

~Piffin: “Engine”

God
This hapless desire
This simian fire
This wasted
This wasted
This wasted
Me
In stupid attire
With hapless desire
So wasted
And this God
Running an engine
We believe
We believe might fix it all
Until then
We laugh as we all crawl

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~Greymane: Engine

Summer starts an early day before the world wakes
She never dances anymore with all her past mistakes
She chases possibility until it disappears
Her limo blew an engine rod
She rusted it with tears

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~Matttt: 8 Pistons Greased

He didn’t think it was going to be such a grind.
Every morning, up by 6…
Every night, down by 10…
He had no clue that she felt neglected.

She lounged in the late evening, bathed in a blue glow.
And her friend never questioned much.

He always thought that the papers were a test.
He knew she really didn’t want to leave.
He knew that if he simply signed, she would come back.
He was wrong.

And so, here he is.
Sleeping in a trailer.
Driving a cab.
Waiting.

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5

piston pumping flesh
the in and out, stroke for stroke
porn, engine on fire

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