I don't know if ya'll have ever heard this or not ,but it is a really cool game. Try it, it is awesome. It is a never ending game. Don't just post your stuff once, come back and add more. It is like a circle game, it is supposed to never end. I thought it would be cool. For ex: My name is Alica, I want to bring on my vacation an apple. Get the pic. If you do post your stuff. HAVE FUN AND ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Beth, you have caught on. I hope ya'll like this, because I thought it would be something for everyone to enjoy. You do not have to post it one time around, you can come back and post more. It is supposed to be a never ending game. I got the idea from my History teacher, when he was a lil tike of eight years old. Have fun!!!!!!!)
My name is Alicia, I want to bring my abdomen on my vacation.
Go on, rub paint on the wound. You won't see it, but it'll always be there. But that's all it takes... out of sight, out of mind. It's scary to think of me as hurt and broken, isn't it. I'm hurt, can you see it?
Uh, Anita I'll let you go, but you nearly lost your chance, cause Ameen is a proper noun which means it is a person. I will allow any names from now on, but that is not the correct rules.
My name is Alicia, I will bring an animal on my vacation.
Beka and Melanie I'm sorry, but as anita knows we cannot allow people to go on the vacation like ya'll's are. Take a big look at mine and Anita's post, and the noun of the sentence. Since ya'll are new ya'll may try again.
My name is Alicia and I will bring ash on my vacation.
Fine vapors escape whatever is doing the living.
The night is cold and delicate and full of angels
Pounding down on the living. The factories are all lit up,
The chime goes unheard.
We are together at last, though far apart.
-from “The Ecclesiast” by John Ashbery
Nice to meet ya Matt and well done you may go on the vacation welcome and enjoy your stay>
My name is Alicia, and I will bring anything on my vacation.
Fine vapors escape whatever is doing the living.
The night is cold and delicate and full of angels
Pounding down on the living. The factories are all lit up,
The chime goes unheard.
We are together at last, though far apart.
-from “The Ecclesiast” by John Ashbery
I close my eyes
And his image floats beside me.
A sweaty-toothed madman
With a stare that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me
And all the while he's mumbling.
Mumbling truth.
Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
You push it, stretch it, It'll never be enough. you kick at it, beat it, It'll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying,
To the moment we leave, dying.
It'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. -Todd DPS
I close my eyes
And his image floats beside me.
A sweaty-toothed madman
With a stare that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me
And all the while he's mumbling.
Mumbling truth.
Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
You push it, stretch it, It'll never be enough. you kick at it, beat it, It'll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying,
To the moment we leave, dying.
It'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. -Todd DPS