most apple manna
My riff on Ms Gertrude:
[i suppose it needs a title]
i have no idea no idea my name is bonet i have no idea and no ideas have me I am so being had by the no ideas in my head, erupting Vesuviuses that prolong the barge down the misery Rhine of backpedaling indulgence. The Pope was a vision before she was ever a Pope, with her fingerlilies and Tidy Bowl pancakes all up & down the liquid Versailles. Camouflage my pains, cried the quiet goose, lamentations in the principal's office, before the sturdy Board. She asked if we were Maximus - do we look like a movie?, we cried. Do we have the yellow cloaks necessary to bisect the obtuse angle? Visionary coffeeshops, truculent beasties eating the apple people who squire away all my lasting memories. I cannot think what could possibly come next, my name is bonet i have no idea . . .
[One of the minions, when given the "prompt," predictably responded with "i have no idea." I used her as my prompt, changing her name to protect her innocence.]
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6 Comments:
and what did the truculent beastie have to say about being an apple eating prompt LOL - I would have to join the lamentations in the principals office on this one. I have the ideas but not the ability to sustain them! I am right there with her on the being had by the no ideas in her head. I hate when that happens.
tidy bowl pancakes?? everything else - very cool.
Sister Dee: Like Ms. "Bonet," you undersell your ability to free associate. Or I underestimate my own skill at doing so. I'm sure it's the former, not the latter. It's a trust fall on paper: how hard is that? Ms "Bonet's" penchant runs to sloth, which is hardly your affliction. When she backs herself into a corner, she's a very agile and deeply insightful writer.
I'm trying not to think too far into the Tidy Bowl pancakes. Trying not to think at all, for that matter.
Just don't BITE into the Tidy Bowl pancakes!! They could be deadly.
T: Point taken. We'll take the necessary precautions. And the unnecessary ones, too.
"I'm fresh out of yellow cloaks to bisect the obtuse angle." Guess that means "out of ideas." Brilliantly so.
San: Which is, of course, exactly where Ms "Bonet" started. Good to have you join the round.
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