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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



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« on: August 13, 2019, 02:28:45 PM »

Marker
   Yellow, pink, and blue on white. Plastic encasing a colored cartridge of ink. The cap is missing, again, the convenient holster for it has failed once more. Sloppily removed and thrown somewhere else with a chubby, ink-stained hand. Fingers wrapped in a crude fist, scratching the felt across a brand new piece of printer paper. Crazed lines flashing across the page, wildly painted with miniscule or infinite thought. The pureness of the human mind, to create meaning where there is none. The act of creation is a curse that we alone must bear. The attribute meaning to the smallest of pieces, whether or not it existed in the first place. Edges of the page beginning to fold back on themselves, getting too drenched to stay stiff. Like a freshly killed spider, the paperís legs fold in to show the end of a life cycle. It goes limp, has to be kept flat with play blocks and young readerís books. Stacking on top of each other, one after another. That itself becomes a game that we play, happily. We take the edges of our pages and nail them into the table, to keep them from leaving. Imprinted into our lives so that we may never let them go. Even as rot and mold begins to slither from the edges, we keep ourselves stuck and secure. Security in the pain. Security in the identity that begins to deteriorate. We hold ourselves up, showing the world the bug-bitten pieces of ourselves. We show them what is left of the whole, ignoring at all moments the percentages that has been sloughed off through overuse. Pages upon pages, wrapped into a book without a binding - loose leaf...
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