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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 / Marker on: January 19, 2019, 02:30:05 PM
I uncork it and it smells like gasoline, I'm tempted to stay there, smelling, like children who are careless walking around the square, mocking people, with a swing in their walk as if they owned the street, usually go barefoot ... they come in groups of 4 or 5 children to the car window, hit the glass and ask for money making signs with their hand, people look at them from the corner of their eyes, they rarely smile ... if you take out a piece of food, they run to you like piranhas , a furious swarm that breaks loose in seconds ... friends of smog and soot, know how it is to be ignored and rejected, as if they had been born by mistake, the skin is becoming immune to contempt ... but at night they go and play, like any boy, with sticks and stones, they take off their mask, their armor ... “cheap diversion“ they usually told me when I was playing with a stick doing drawings on the ground, I was supposed to play soccer but I preferred to see, clouds of dust were going from one side to the other on the court ... "the peladero" they called to that place in the school, ... and there I had my eyes lost in the ground, squatting, I knew I could draw infinitely, I made one and erase it, made another and erase it, and so I could spend hours ... that's why I think so much rudeness in street children, has its facade, its mask, not to be devoured by the rapist, the exploiter ... like that afternoon I was approached by that man in blue chemise, the same color that I wore when I was in school, 12 years old, "come and i’ll take you home" ... the man asked me about Royal Street, when anyone over there knows where Royal Street is. Hidden intentions, the demon prowling, creeping, secreting desires for himself no matter the consequences ... dirty from so much crawling
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / desk on: January 15, 2019, 12:59:02 PM
I rest my elbows on the edge, I barely fit on the desk, ... desk that was my mom's, now has a thousand things on top, the crayons have no place, hugging each other, people coming in and out of the subway, running over Massive and violent and aggressive screams, sweat as a lubricant, slips the hand that wants to grab the arm and stretches the fabric of the t-shirt to break, ... a hole is opened spitting dust out of the defeated fabric, smells of mildew and storage , the fabric has small beige spots that already seem incorporated, even though I rub the fabric with soap, they do not come out .... my hands have wrinkles and I realize how fast my nails grow when I'm on the beach, where palm trees beat in the strong wind, families play around the pool, parents sitting on the edge of the pool, horizon is the oceanic beach, the forbidden beach, where the lighthouse of white and blue stripes is, a rusty door with a new chain, where the echo of the furious waves resounds, ... even the couples keep taking pictures in the rocks of the breakwater , the water mantles keep reaching them, warning the property on their territory, the water begins to warn with their fingers on the clothes of the people, the beige leather turns dark, the brightness of the sun bounces on the thin layer of water on the rock ... the crab looks out of the dark, does not want to be part of the disaster, knows the familiar roar, the gulls screaming and fighting in the air, they are two karate fighters ...
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Comb on: January 13, 2019, 12:10:56 AM
the comb is barely protruding from the workman's pocket, the hammers and mandrills shout at the wrong time, they are chisels in the air, they pierce the tranquility and the silence of the street, an echo that bounces between the buildings like a red rubber ball, like when we played in school, in the patio it was very sunny and Marianna was hit by the ball in the forehead, fell without delay, collapsing with her eyes back ... I ran among the people ... diffuse collage of anguished voices, people who do not collaborate , who just wants to look ... stop in their lane to see the accident and say they were there, on the highway happens every time ... the lower back begins to ache and contract, hard meat without circulation, strangled, a heavy block that seeks to expand ... the massage helps sometimes, the hands of that woman over all my body, they glided greasily and touched my private parts, they just brushed and seemed to have permission to do so, smelled of incense and I could not see nothing,
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Baseball Hat on: January 13, 2019, 12:02:02 AM
the dirty edge of the cap, it smells like rotten clothes, dry sweat and the green trash can ... the streets where the students circulate, the rusty fences are ancestral witnesses of books, notebooks, kisses, fights ... I see conglomerate of students meeting at the corner of the clinic, blue chemises stained with blood, the sun punished everyone equally ... the breeze beats the trees without compassion and hundreds of dry leaves moved like groups of fish, layers of liquid and transparent sea under the yacht, I stepped over the white fiber ground, textured, like sandpaper on my feet, when we jumped several fitted skateboards, Gabriel combed his side every time he fell well, he crouched like a frog ... we all crouched on the dry mud, my legs failed me and I woke up lying on the frozen white granite floor, seeing many faces together looking down on me, someone was grabbing my cheeks and wanting me to drink, it was water with sugar, sweet sand scratching my palate ...
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Key on: January 08, 2019, 03:55:06 PM
the old brass key, golden, with only 3 teeth ... I hear Jenny's sexy voice behind the big wooden door, I try to stay there for a while before interrupting her, I look at the coconut carpet in the entrance, but basically I'm listening to her voice ... it's like a pink silk that glides through the curves of a bottle of champagne, the cold surface ... I remember her nipples get erect, goosebumps like millions of miniature mountains, a minefield where I can get trapped for hours, destroy my plans and my sense of time, make me enter a timeless reality, where rays of white light go through the door frame taking me to another dimension ... the smell of her sheets and finally of her home, discover that intimacy behind the public person, the floral dress, the “nice to meet you, I am Jenny”, the look of a tigress roaming behind bushes, she can barely hide, the girl who never wants to commit herself because the only thing that satisfies her are wild and lustful nights…
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Flag on: January 08, 2019, 03:37:44 PM
Not sure if the story-narrative helps the sensory language but I like how the images are portrayed mainly on people, rather than objects or places...
Great imagination
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Remote on: January 07, 2019, 03:05:03 PM
a thick layer of dirt and grease makes my hand stick to the remote control, smells of curry at Hassad's house ... the brown carpet of yarn is worn in places, leaving the traces and paths of life, where everything happens at home ... I imagine his family and his mother scolding people when entering through the door, that same shock like when she ordered me to take off my shoes at the white metal door in the entrance, to stay walking on stockings in that strange house, from the first time I visited them, not knowing where to move next ... chandelier lamp hanging on the ceiling, the bulbs slightly bent, some missing, a few lit ... the two cats on the top of the beige sofa, lulled by the torrent of bubbles that comes from the fish tank ... that warm light inviting me to stay ... warm, like when you are under the sun and you know that it is weakening you, but you feel a blanket of heat over the whole body, how it melts the pins of moisture that have penetrated the skin of the arms and back all day long, it's like a defrost in a freezer, irregular layers of ice falling into the void, breaking into several pieces and immediately turning to water on the tiles...
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Remote on: January 07, 2019, 02:53:20 PM
Very illuminating the fact that you start and develop from another sense different than sight!
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Leaves on: January 05, 2019, 06:51:44 PM
Ok so you did the Object Writing from "LEAVES" and then wrote the song? Could you share what was your process?
I still feel like I need some point of the song though...

great job!
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Umbrella on: January 05, 2019, 06:47:59 PM
Loved the action in "droplets of water explode off the concrete" ... and the poetics/metaphor side of "water with nowhere to go" left me in reflection mode haha...
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Umbrella on: January 04, 2019, 01:14:56 PM
I see the drops fall from each end of the umbrella, like rows of people waiting for the precipice, the dry sand that scrapes against the sole of my shoe ... it smells like a bug, a smelly insect ... sudden wings of unpredictable flight, the flower rocks back and forth when the insect lands on its petals, I sneeze with the yellow pollen that falls like snow on the leaf, I lean on my back with the fear of finding some animal still alive, the leaves crack like soda crackers, very thin layers that break before reaching my mouth, where the salt spreads like an oil slick on the ocean, a thick stream of water that looks like acrylic, icy water in my mouth, the bubble that moves under the layer of ice while the motor of the freezer sounds ... I take out the ice trays and I look like a waiter with great caution, others toasting in the garden and I’m working nonstop, without being able to enjoy,
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: fish on: January 04, 2019, 01:14:25 PM
Very funny how the whole image changes with the payoff, being cereal... a funny turnaround!

13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Radiator on: January 03, 2019, 01:32:24 PM
the stale smell of the radiator liquid, dripping and trickling through the cracks, like a prisoner trying to escape forced by the flames of the room, ... prison bars that smell like urine, oxidized like cannonballs stacked in the castle, we walk on the rocks of coral, eroded by the wind, the breeze blew very strong where the horizon of the sea is melted with the sky, there were some kilometers until the bay where I saw hundreds of boats next to each other, perfectly ordered, we embraced first to take a photo, then another, the sun hiding quickly, dyeing the orange sky, several shades of orange, ... I squeezed the mandarin leaf and smelled exactly the same, we kept the tangerine peels to squeeze it in the eyes of friends, that dagger the thickness of a pin ... my mother chased me to puncture me every time she took out her needles, mini prick that terrified me, the drop of blood appeared on the skin, the immediate red and the impression that whitened my soul,
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Wine on: December 30, 2018, 12:09:07 PM
the sommelier made me pass in front of all the people, the room was cold and I was looking for shelter ... the beige of the wood, all were sitting and John whispered at the back ... I had the taste of many wines in my mouth, ... the preparations for the celebration of our marriage were just beginning, -Cheers! - They raised all the glasses, Mary did not release the cell phone, sitting staring at the phone, her husband tackled her, spoke to her through his teeth ... Alessia's voice broke into the silence where we sought to listen to the wine, going around in the glass, leaving its transparent wake stuck to the glass wall ... the hands in the window and the gasp in my ear, the gray cloth seats scraping my exposed skin,
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Marker on: November 19, 2018, 07:17:19 PM
the markers thrown on the glass table of the dining room, the window that I never opened, where sighs of the wind sneaked like threads vanished, like a swirl of soap in the water, we walked against the current in that children's pool, with the moldy floor, we slipped but it did not matter, looking to make eddies and let the body be carried away, ... there was a faded blue slide, where it was supposed to be water but we always had to throw it on, ... John threw the children upwards like frogs in the pool, shot upwards, opening arms and legs, ... the five of us surrounded Lilly and made figures with her hands, who became familiar with the water, when Allison lived in Los Angeles, ... I expected a while on the motorcycle, under her building, waiting for Charlotte to open the door for me ... my blue motorbike with the clear skin stuck on one side, as if it almost fell, as if careless, ... how much it cost me to give myself something better ... to treat myself like I treated Charlotte, to treat me with love ... to give me a more dignified motorcycle, to accept that it affected me and to recognize it, to accept it, to make peace with that ... in that workshop the blue bars are chipped, there is a giant rusty padlock, one down the street stuck to the Mall, smelling the soot and blue smog, like flying poison, feeling the stiff and hard rubber of the throttle handle,
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