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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: donut 3 on: April 13, 2018, 01:57:49 PM
When you think about it, There is no point to look outside of the box. Sometimes Solo, Duo or in group, Glazed, Fried, Filled or dressed with Sugar, And complimented with sprinkles.
The Donuts is America’s favorite dessert.
Often documented in movies like a cop’s favorite, or for any workaholic .American’s devotion to the donut is like French People devotion to croissant in the collective mouth.
It crispy taste with a touch of powder served with some caramel sauce could feel like a light golden ball of joy in your mouth that will fool any stomach at least twice.It’s a special treat that give its dessert a very special status.

TPK
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cotton Candy on: February 22, 2018, 03:57:18 PM
: “In a chemical reaction, matter is neither created nor destroyed. It’s simply transformed.” It was discovered by Antoine Lavoisier in 1785. And screamed in 2005 by this gypsy man in the middle of this funfair. I remember always being fascinated by the smell. A wonderful smell of strawberry, joy, carefreeness and amusement that breathes Emingway’s moveable feast.
OK, cotton candy may lack the "wow" factor of many other carnival sights, but it does have its own kind of magic: the magic of food science.
Vano. That was the name of The Gypsy Man selling “Daddy’s Beard” (French for Cotton Candy.”) every children was lined up in “aw” in front of his booth, like adult are in front of fireworks. The trick was simple but nobody could find the secret. He would start by challenging the crowd asking “How the simple powdered then liquefied sugar would turn into a soft and wonderful pink cloud with this fluffly look and intense aroma, containing mostly air, just spinning in out ?” That’s when the “kids stuff” would become an assignment to any adult. Vano knew what he was doing, stimulating everybody senses from 7 to 77 years old. I was 6 or 9 but the smell would turn me upside down. I guess the "upside down" was my way to nickname heaven in 1996 or 1999. (....)

The Proper Kid
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Trumpet on: February 21, 2018, 12:43:37 PM
I am obsessed with Bell. She’s the heiress of the brass family but with a heart of gold. She sounds like no one. Her body doesn’t look like anybody what makes her sonically very, very, attractive.
Her style is unique. Specially her flair. One of my friends Horn, who is somehow related to her family, told me that anytime they would have a family reunion, she would always breaks the silence first and sounded very sharp. Always. Rumor has it that she only dates experimented man, or virtuosos and would never downgrade.
Bell and Her last partner broke up because he thought that she  was too tensed and constantly causing  him chest pain.
Same story all the time. Everywhere.But I like her.
I hope that one day somebody else will have the chance to place his lips again on her and blow into her soul a wind of love that she would transform into another mellow sound.

The Proper Kid

4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Swingset on: February 14, 2018, 04:58:53 PM
The repetitive and creaky sound of the overused plastic seat of my childhood swingset in the back of my parents house, bring back memories from already, 2 decades ago.
I could swing back and forth for hours, starring at that oak tree without hearing my mother screaming my name for dinner.
I don't know if I was a visionary or simply getting prepared for this rollercoaster that is life, but I remembered balancing my highs and lows with dexterity and determination.
One day, I remember, I was 8 years old, the swings was covered with autumn leaves and pearls of rain on a moody Sunday afternoon. I started rocking back and forth. Faster.
Like my fears were following me and vice versa. Looking down, the speed would blur my vision. So the grass would appear greener as I was getting higher. I was getting so high. Higher than my fears. Enough to have a vision of the future.
Until The sky would become the ground and the ground would become my sky.

The Proper Kid ™

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