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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


Word of the Day
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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Raindrop on: November 21, 2012, 03:21:24 PM
Given shape as it falls, air making it what it is.  Thousands and thousands of related elements rushing as fast as gravity will let them.  Gravels swims in a new pool and drifts from its home on one side of the driveway to the other.  Fluid creating a platform for nature to change, grow.  Dark clouds hover and explode revealing all their troubles onto a sympathetic earth.  The transfer of feelings grows the earth and relieves the skies.  Thunder grumbles in the distance, still unsatisfied with the events, alone, scared.  No one to comfort this beast.  Not a very good communicator.  Lightning soon hears thunders call as they play tag and zips across the sky to then prompt another groan. 
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Test on: November 20, 2012, 03:50:09 PM
Im failing aren’t I?  Havent even made a mark on the page and its already downhill in a makeshift go-cart with no brakes.  Ive never been good at this, runs through my head.  Is that supposed to comfort me as I continue in this groove of inadequacy?  Fill in the blank, multiple choice, short answer.  Each an opponent with a spear at my temple.  Sweat wells at my temple and outlines my cheekbone.  The clock is broken, im convinced Ive been here at least 20 minutes…and its showing 2.  Ok, deep breathes….question one.  Really?!  It might as well ask, ‘what is the meaning of life?’  Saliva becomes a golf ball in my throat traveling fast and slow at the same time.  Its pressure inches towards my empty, gurgling stomach.  Loose moisture finds itself in a pool next to number 8.  That’s it, maybe Ill drown myself in tears and sweat!!  Death may be my only escape.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Brownie on: November 19, 2012, 07:05:00 PM
Steamy square plane of brown goodness.  The underside is still bubbling with oils as they settle into room temperature.  My fingers push as far as the heat will let them and grabs a flake of the crisp top to sample the prize.  The flake disintegrates as soon as my fingers clamp down on it to secure it on the ride to my mouth.  The flake melts too quickly for my tongue to even taste its flavor.  Ive been teased and now Im like a prowling lion pacing back in forth in front of my kill.  As soon as the temperature lets its guard down, there will be nothing left.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Horn on: November 14, 2012, 03:34:02 PM
WOW.  This picture is so vivid.  Thanks for sharing this and keep it up!

ps- Do you have a method to how you attack these exercises?
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Horn on: November 14, 2012, 03:32:27 PM
Signifying the congregating of people to an announcement that changes direction.  That causes people to live differently.  Everyone is afraid to take up the horn, to blow it, to call people to listen.  Do we have anything to say anymore?  Messages are a dime a dozen.  Heard it, and Im still the same.  Brown, cracked and worn from those before who were bold enough to speak up.  Fashioned from a wild bull that was found with its leg caught in the river bed.  We ate well for a week.  But now this reminder of death pushes us to necessity.  Living slightly to close to a desert, there is a need for change, for ideas.  What was once meant for protection or intimidation is now used for the greater good.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Sugar on: November 13, 2012, 04:25:40 PM
Light reflected off each cube.  Small, lost in the midst of family.  Enhancing properties to everything is touches.  Midas.  Comes in different races, nationalities.  White, brown, yellow, solid, liquid.  Tea is not the same without you.  Piping hot with nothing to offer.  Give me some, show me your love with a kiss.  Sweet and pure.  You have cousins who are so jealous.  They have their own great things going on, but no where near as popular.  Break rooms across the country keep you in fresh supply.  Particles stuck together in even bigger shapes, binding together for those with little patience to pour.  Raw, pure…it’s a fad.  We’re all healthy but want high doses of this ‘good’ stuff.  ???gar
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Toothache on: November 12, 2012, 04:42:11 PM
Pain shooting like little metal bee-bees inside my gums.  Stinging like a million microscopic wasps.  Its funny how tooth pain can render you useless.  So distracting.  Each white mountain, half the size of a dice has the power to bring a full grown man to his knees.  No eating, no sleeping, no thinking about anything other than the pain in his head.  With each throbbing pulse, white lines are seen on the outside of the picture my eyes are viewing. Tiny bursts of pain change my point of view.  All of yesterday’s worries seem so far away and unimportant. No teeth seem like a great idea.  Dentures aren’t vunerable to life and all of its growing pains.  Brush, brush, brush.  Should this wall of white foam protect me from this?  An illusion of comfort every morning makes me think Ill never have to face this life-wrecking pain again. 
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Slush on: August 08, 2012, 11:55:41 AM
Red, Green, Blue.  Unnatural, created by man.  Danger, but so irresistible.  Sugary syrup by way of crushed ice wraps itself around my tongue.  I am so skeptical...its friendliness is empty yielding no vitamins or minerals.  I am taking my new acquaintance too seriously.  The inside of my cup has been tainted with colors so bright in the afternoon sun.  Should I continue to drink this craziness?  Ive watched so many documentaries and had so much pain from bad eating habits that Im against you.  The roads in the winter time look like your cousin my sweet friend, except dirty and corrupted by our need to move and search for progress.  So dangerous.  If only we would slow down when the world and its nature creates its reasonable opportunities.  Five sips...six...seven.  Ok Im done.  The front of my tongue can't seem to hold anymore flavor, its on overload and I can smell you even after Ive pulled you away from my face.  Your name describes your being, your sound, movement and look.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Wound on: May 30, 2012, 11:16:31 PM
Brutal.  Red, pink, fleshy folds outline what was once protected.  Guarded like a castle gate, noble.  Nerves exposed to the air.  Layers who were never meant to see the light of day, now screaming in the sunlight.  Blood dripping and finding its way to a pool that grows until gauze finds its way into the injury.  Soaking, pink color formed as blood rises to invade the clean white alien. 
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Reason on: April 13, 2012, 04:04:38 PM
Rain pouring out of heavy fluff to feed a dry, parched earth.  Cracking foundation that finds itself again with the liquid of survival.  Lending life, leasing life until the next pouring out.  The dry, baking soil recieves grace for another day.  Air waves its way way to the skies, fogging my view, distorting what lies behind.  A greasy film has found its way to the surface of my skin...a protective layer that my body knows how to create in times of need.  Bits of sand that once cracked under my feet now fold and bend, mush.  Winds have calmed and now aid this greasy layer of moisture to provide a cooling sensation.  My mouth, not yet as dry as it could be.  I keep it closed to preserve what is left sustaining me.  Fewer and fewer raindrops pat the ground; the concert is coming to an end.  Beats needed, rhythmically helpful.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Occasion on: April 09, 2012, 02:42:38 PM
Flash, flash, flash.  A time to remember.  High heels clicking left and right, of whose purpose I'm not clear, but culture says its 'high fashion'.  Sporting sparkly drapery and shiny rocks.  Champagne flows from glass to mouth to brain and now the room is spinning.  Our acquaintances are now our deep and close friends, with whom we bare our souls.  Misguided electronic communications are sure to follow. 
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Corporation on: April 02, 2012, 01:35:46 PM
Man-made hirearchy.  Tall buildings that mean importance, accomplishment, success.  Working on the 20th floor would be nerve-wracking.  Belonging to a brand, stating our allegiance.  Concrete jungle.  People go their own ways in search of sustaining power, whether by work or relying on the goodness of others.  Empty.  Trash cans line the sidewalks with waste or need.  Light poles covered in old, rusting staples with yester-years promises.  No one seems to care about our corporate maintanence.  The apathy for that creates more jobs for some.  The humble.  The hard-workers who assume nothing.  Entitlement is a disease.  Morning coffee from Starbucks?  I'm hoping we get afternoon lunch from anywhere. 
13  Metaphors & Similes / Metaphors & Similes / Summer on: March 27, 2012, 02:34:31 AM
Summer is an embrace that lasts the perfect amount of time.  It invites you to a party you never want to leave with friends who know you, and still like you.  The heat washes over us on our walks to the bike trail, because we want to take the scenic route.  The wind is redundant, bringing warmth to our already warm faces.  I squint as in rushes past.  The sidewalk is an oven which has baked all of the worms from yesterday's rain. 
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Pajamas on: March 27, 2012, 02:25:26 AM
Cotton comfort.  An outfit that makes the statement, "Don't start with me.  It's bedtime." A little high maintainance, if you ask me.  Gym shorts and a tee can easily replace this.  Who looks good when they sleep?  Unnecessary.  Trains, cartoons, silky, frilly.  This fashion statement for unconciousness comes in many flavors.  
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Airstrip on: March 26, 2012, 02:55:51 PM
Expectations laid out.  Potential must be reached in order to have the needed and desired outcome.  Adventure, take off, discovery.  Tiny wheels prop up a giant machine, who against all odds, will soar though the air like a bird. Speaking of our little friends, they litter the path.  It's almost as if they are trying to inspire their machine friend to see them, think like them, be them.  A visual pep talk.  Safety and control are only on these concrete runways, the air carries too many variables, possibilities.  Clouds appear to be obstacles that can't hold their ground, and break at any sign of force.  Tiny carts whirl around the paths scaring birds and clearing trash that finds its way near them.  Fuel remnance, bird droppings and grass linger in the air.
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