September 13, 2011
It's been a while, I know. Got sidetracked. And whatnot. I decided to put my Indie Ink weekly challenge over here this week instead of my super, top-secret blog where I usually stick it. My pleasant dementia needs a swift kick in the ass every once in a while. My unpleasant dementia is getting all the candy.
This week, I challenged Kayla at Sweet Schemes with "beautiful dirt beneath your fingernails, beautiful bruises on your knees."
I was challenged by The Drama Mama at My Write Side with one hell of a mindfuck. And I quote,
"You are being executed for a crime you did not commit. Using stream of consciousness writing, and adding in idioglossia language (James Joyce) and nonlinear narrative, what are your thoughts during the last 15 minutes of your life?"
Holy hell in a handbasket, fuckers!
And that's all I have to say about that.
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Rain, the roof
I hear it, hear
This drop last
No that one/This
Maybe?
Sigh, to try, avert an eye
A cough
The last
Maybe breathe
Or be without
Without breath, to take it back.
A cheater, cheat, liar, lie
Roll the foot, quash and squash and nosh
shifty toes
A cough again
To the back of her hand,
Mixing, trixing,
folding hankerdry..chief…shiff…all just a name for the slaves.
powered by tears, I see her hate.
Is he? Does he? Where?
Him did, done gone, tode, fode, rode the road
Born with him
To share my face
Bounce, no- blink, no- wink, no- her, no
To see him last was all.
But all is naught,
Shot a look, shoot a glance,
She sniffles twice and thrice and
…..blerg…cough…shzzzzllll….chew.
White above, white below
Below unseen, like the face we shared.
Pinch and slow
He won’t know
Never, no
He won’t know.
A time, a life, gone the chance.
Little blonder, 5 years youngerby
Rollerscream, a man he was
Forgive, forgiver, forgiven,
But he won’t know.
New face, door slam-
Ladytears, testy tears, she cries again
Hankerdry, chief, shiff….wipe…tick, toc, sly.
The woman of me freed, 25 years olderfly
Flyer on wing of thought,
Intention
A word for him, a word, a sound
An F, a lie.
Forgive, forgiver, forgiven
Nigh.
He won’t know.
Pinch and slow.
He won’t know.
16 minions who have sucked on my crap:
hehehe you kicked that one in the ass..bet she thought you wouldn't be able to but as always breathtakingly beautiful..
I am so glad I didn't get that prompt! I saw it and thought "What the FUCK??"
Great job, I love the rambling chaotic nature. Definitely how your final minutes would go.
YES!! You kicked its ASS!! Woot that was AWESOME!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE it!!
And you gotta admit, that it was fun after all, wasn't it. WOW!! You rock my world!
I'm just back to read it again. Yes, I love it that much.
Great read!
That is a mindfuck. And a great idea.
You rock. I also saw that prompt and thought - thank christ that isn't for me.
I pleased the Mama! Oh joy in the mornin! And yes, it was kind of interesting, bordering on fun, when I finally quit being pissed off about it ;) Now I think I can honestly say thank you for pounding my brain with a meat tenderizer. It needed a bit o' tenderizin.
awesome...i saw that prompt and thought, I bet the Aimee will kill this dead...and you did.
I love the variations of words. Thats no nervous thinking aka stream of consciousness.
Great job
It was like watching one of those artists who randomly (or so it seems) toss paint at a large spinning canvas, and you watch as ever so slowly a picture starts to unfold; then suddenly it jumps out at you and you sit back and think about it, then realize what a great piece they've created, great post!
Awesome job with a very daunting prompt.
Excellent treatment of the prompt. I can only imagine that this type of disjointed thinking is what a dead man walking would be going through in those last minutes of life.
Wow. How did you do it? Fantastic. That prompt would have scared the shit out of me. You knocked it out. It was gorgeous.
It was all said before.
wrote something about your favorite band breaking up - REM.
you might like it
http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2011/09/22/talk-about-the-passion/
Wow, good job. I love the construction of the last three lines. I usually don't really pee my pants over poetry, but this was amazing.
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