so what
Here is a real story.
When I was about 3 or 4 years old I was playing with 2 of the neighbor kids of the same age in the front yard when we decided it would be fun to fly. We really didn't know how to do it but I jumped up and did a kind of swan dive and stayed in the air a couple of feet off the ground. I was floating with my stomach towards the ground. The 2 other kids joined in and we were having a great time floating above the ground learning how to push off on each other and to twirl and spin. We only had just begun to do these things, no more than a minute or two and a man came along the sidewalk dressed in a off white almost a dull yellow suit. He had short cropped gray hair, maybe blonde in color. I believe he wore a white tie. Anyway, he said to us something like, "you are not supposed to be able to do that yet", and we regained our feet and stopped doing it. At the same moment we felt a little ashamed and the 2 girls ran home to their houses, and I, a boy, ran into my house. I ran into the kitchen and told my mother about floating and the man telling us to stop and she said you must have been day dreaming. I didn't know what day dreaming was but I asked her if my 2 friends had been day dreaming also. She looked at me strangely and told me to keep it to myself and to go out and play. Not too long after that the girls came back and we once again tried to do it but of course we could not. Years latter I saw one of these kids and I asked her if she remembered anything about the experience and she had a vivid recollection of the event.
(writer unknown)
this is the song that never ends,
it just go's on and on my friend.
Some people started singing it
not knowing what it was,
and now they're all stuck singing it
forever just because,
if you dont watch tv, you make art.
* Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides
gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
* His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
underpants in a washing machine.
* The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr.
on a Dr Pepper can.
* The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet
of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
* The plan was simple, like my mate Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just
might work.
* The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating
for while.
* "Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on
31P-a-pint night.
* He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a
real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or
something.
* The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg
behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.
* The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric
fan set on medium.
* She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword.
* Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation
thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
"I'm not greedy!
I took two simply because you didn't take yours!"
"Don't give me that parity bit."
year of the doggie style
magnifrying ants
