More Abandoned Sentences
By morning it was over. I crawled farther out onto the ledge. The three year old was screaming like Donald Duck. Trains ran into the night. Several pigs entered the open window. The light felt slightly used. Lady Gaga was awarded intelligence. We worked ourselves into another corner. February frays worse than other months. My lover's feet are nothing like this. So, we operate on a need to know basis? Your crackpot therapist called again. This clock is always wrong. Now, I just sit quietly in the attic. See, this is why I never sing to you! Suddenly we were low on hope. She practices husbandry and deep yoga. Biscuits were plentiful. Everyone ran toward the fruit bowl at once. The dog smiled from the corner of the picture. It's time to say something about the winter garden. Frogs jut from pinecones. There were so many things I wanted to say. Butter these bananas. Bats dripped hair onto startled footmen. Not you, again, she said.
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stupid & contagious, inc.
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Makes sense. Abandoned sentences are the best kind.
hey, jerry--
only kind i write, anymore--
cheers,
g
A number of good ones but my favorite is, by far the three year old, "screaming like Donald Duck." I guess you had to be there...
"stupid & contagious"
You forgot entertaining!
"Bats dripped hair onto startled footmen."
Worthy of Carl Lazslo!
larry & bill,
thanks. more silliness. hard to compete with donald duck
sometimes better to not say what you want to say. right?
thanks for reading this one, estelle
Like, like, like.
I think this could also be called "Scenes from a Marriage." Speaking as one who's had to butter a banana or two in his time.
More and more, the surreal is the only stance that makes sense, and you do it great.
jules!
liking ya back
david:
i thank you, for that.
astute reader, addled writer.
i grew up on cornell boxes from utopia parkway
ok--maybe "grew up" is overstating things....
These "abandoned" sentences create a terrifically cogent whole.
thanks for reading cherise--and stopping by to comment.
Maybe we can send them to the Isle of Misfit Sentences. *
Fabuloso! Just love this whole stream of conscious strung together crazed insane narrative that holds on by the skin of its teeth
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jsmes--great idea. is where all my sentences seem to wind up--ha
hey susan--many thanks--
barry go just took this at dogpzlot, so has found a good home
make that, dogzplot
and thanks, amazing barry
So many orphans to love. Very nice! And what David so aptly said.
thanks shelaugh, for attendig so kindly to my orphans!
Everyone ran toward the fruit bowl at once! I just want to keep saying that autistically. :) A fun piece Gary.
heather! you ARE alive, after all! and sure, i want that fruit ball, too.
Ohmygod, I can freaking taste the fruit bowl. And I am crouched, hovering over it like a cavegirl, grunting and angrily waving those away who would seek to steal it. Except you, Gary. Who I mildly let approach, and to whom I hand a piece of watermelon. Because you made the fruitbowl. Because I can. :)