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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 / Mascara on: April 13, 2018, 03:04:06 PM
Staring back at her from the mirror
her hand is moving on autopilot
across the lips
under and over the eyes
a master of disguise
hums the tune she always hums
a selfies's thumbs inflates her self esteem
she leaves the house and knows she's queen
at least for the ride till they get there
the party with all the other queens
she no longer stands out
creeping doubt
bannished by one more bathroom selfie
sneaks away cries in the bushes
the waterproof stuff don't run
except on the inside
throws a tequila in her mouth hole
uses the streetlight as a dance pole
gets wasted
again with no end goal
but this time the sweetscented plush of a strangers couch
makes her morning routine anything but slouch
up like an arrow searching for a bullseye
where are the familiar beercans
rotten bananas and rusty pans
why is she still wearing pants
she sneaks out and leaves a note
and finds an uber
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Swingset on: March 14, 2018, 01:19:32 PM
Creaking and squeaking, hold rotten rubberhose threaded on chains crackle, sticky like bathed in glue to the touch, wrap my hands around them and plump down into the cold recess of a car tire, rocking back and forth like a mental patient, gaining momentum with patience. snow flakes and wind caressing my face, long hair wraps around my mouth every time I fly backwards. believing for a splitsecond I could spread my wings and fly, hands letting go feels like violently tearing off industrial tape, lean forward and let the tirehub catapult me into the unknown, or more like tip me into the shallow snow, feeling the jagged gravel underneath making a fakir out of me. the burning sensation in my hands, stick them in the snow, now a numbing sensation. nearby garbage truck is eating bins and belching putrid fumes, rotting bananas and applepies, porkliver and kidneys. mold. snow is molding the ground around me, odorless moldy carpet of winter, when will..
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Tulips on: February 10, 2018, 07:43:26 AM
Red and yellow sea of flame rock in waves as the breezes soft hand cuddles them in the summer sun, sweet scent of pollen in the air, beez bumbling in half comatose flight from pixel to pixel in a woven tulip carpet. A lone sunflowert reara its brownfaced  blossom in the mkdst of thos immaculate sprawl. The sound of rusty bicyclechains and rubber tires on gravel, like an old gramophone with a dust record or dodgy needle, the whining of clamping breaks and the vinyl crackle coming to an abrupt stop. Only the grasshoppers and the ocational dragonfly is audible until a soft little grils voice  calls out to what seems like a pets name, you never know these days. Suddenly i notice the river, as if..
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