I was writing something, when I came upon the realization that my idea of what im saying may be entirely different than someone elses. SO! here's how this works. Post a bit of fiction, a paragraph, a page, whatever, something discriptive, that somebody can make a picture out of. And those of you so gracious and hungry for something to occupy yourselfs, can take your pencil, and your paper, and make a picture as best you can out of the descriptive segment... and post it... of course!
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- HL Mencken
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That is an interesting idea. I don't have a scanner though, so I can't post anything. Anyway, if anyone wants to draw this picture. . . .I don't think it can be interpreted in any other way than it is described though. Hm, well here it is anyway:
“Let’s go.” She said as she picked him up. She walked through the open door of her bedroom, and through the main room where she passed the warmth of the fire. With a creak she opened the small wooden front door, and felt a cool breeze on her face. Her white nightdress blew with the wind, and a peaceful feeling took her. Nothing to worry about until later today, thought she.
There was a crow, in full magnificent view in its prime glory, gliding around light posts and trees before letting out a final crow and landing right in front of us.
Silence, Ronnie and me stared at it. We didn’t move at all. I held in my breath. This was music to my soul, I had never been so close to a wild bird before.
Twitching its neck and head around, the crow looked intently at us, it turned around to face the backyard.
OK, now draw. And while you're at it check for grammar, I see no mistakes but then again what does it matter what I think?
"And I am a writer
writer of fiction
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones...
Let me go if you don't love me" ~The Decembrists "Engine Driver"
i wanna draw, i wanna draw, i wanna draw, i wanna draw, i wanna draw !!! gimme gimme!
"Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish,
A vapour sometimes like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory,
With trees upon't that nod unto the world,And mock our eyes with air.."
“Let’s go.” She said as she picked him up. She walked through the open door of her bedroom, and through the main room where she passed the warmth of the fire. With a creak she opened the small wooden front door, and felt a cool breeze on her face. Her white nightdress blew with the wind, and a peaceful feeling took her. Nothing to worry about until later today, thought she.
There was a crow, in full magnificent view in its prime glory, gliding around light posts and trees before letting out a final crow and landing right in front of us.
Silence, Ronnie and I stared at it. We didn’t move at all. I held in my breath. This was music to my soul, I had never been so close to a wild bird before.
Twitching its neck and head around, the crow looked intently at us, it turned around to face the backyard.
i wanna draw, i wanna draw, i wanna draw, i wanna draw, i wanna draw !!! gimme gimme!
Ubi caritas est vera, Deus ibi est.
"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly." ~ Richard Bach
"Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish,
A vapour sometimes like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory,
With trees upon't that nod unto the world,And mock our eyes with air.."
Another siren wails through the air
peircing it, like a sword peirces flesh;
its just an ordinary day
wailing, wailing, like the mourners at tomorrows funerals
phones ring constantly
"Did you ride the bus today?"
"No, no, Im okay"
How long can life go on this way?
With guns and bombs replacing shovels and hoes
You see it in all its gory glory,
the bus, mauled, into a twisted, burning, hulking wreck of steel
twisted, and violently, too;
on the ground, at its base, a pool of blood
with human remains lying
in the street
be strong, they say
we must be strong, and together,
we'll carry on
so thats what we'll do, but for all the rest
Shalom and I'm sorry
we'll meet again;
someday
Alright, now draw.
"He who takes a life...it is as if he has destroyed an entire world....but he who saves one life, it is as if he has saved the world entire" Talmud Sanhedrin 4:5
!Hasta la victoria siempre! (Always, until Victory!)
-Ernesto "Che" Guevarra
Anyway, if anyone wants to draw this picture. . . .I don't think it can be interpreted in any other way than it is described though. Hm, well here it is anyway:
