Matthew didn't hesitate, half an hour..200 words in the sunshine...went away 1 canvas the richer!
It did not occur to me before I made the commitment to scribble down two hundred words that I might not have anything to write down and as I sit here and think about it all I can think of is that I'd quite like a bike. It might be because I'm sitting beside a bicycle workshop or it might be because the walk home seems quite daunting. Regardless of the reasons, I would much prefer a bicycle to a car or a horse or motorbike or a rickshaw or a train or a scooter or a canoe or a banana boat or a segway or a hovercraft or a fan boat or a jet ski or a camel or a fancy painted elephant to take me to an Indian wedding or Brum, that car from the kids show or a swan boat or one of those metal cage balls from Gladiators - the original one with Ulkrika Johnson & John Fashnou, and not that new one with Ian Wright and that page 3 model, or a New York City Yellow Cab or the Orient Express or a very long slip 'n' slide or those tubes from Futurama or that furry dragon thing from never ending story or a flying carpet or rollerblades or the Tardis or the deloreon, or any kind of time machine really or chitty chitty bang bang or a unicycle or a conchord or a skate, snow or surf board or an ice cream van or a transformer that happened to turn into a car or a piggy back from a large man or a waterslide that takes me home from work or a wagon or a dragon or yoshi or a go-kart or a pogstick or a luge. What i would like though is a hover board - those things are great.
Even though Keira was working behind the bar in the marquee it didn't stop her from using up her tea break to snag a juicy canvas!
Killer Whales And Life Jackets.
Two whales - Bobby D and John J fell in love with a human girl - Titania. They first found her on a ship, instantly love at first site. The only problem being she was not a killer whale. Bobby and John J decided upon an evil but brilliant plan to capture Titania. Titania, not suspected anything but friendliness from the two whales sat upon the deck of the ship every afternoon, staring at her new fish friends. She had wavy electric red hair and a pale fresh flawless face. Her looks had often been compared to an Elizabethan queen. Whilst sitting on the deck, she enjoyed her time alone, contemplating life's unanswered questions.
One night, disturbed by sirens, Titania awoke from her dreams. Quickly told to put on a life jacket as the ship was hit by an unexpected storm. Scared of water and not being able to swim, she wore two life jackets. the deck was soon filled by the people of the ship observing the waves. Titania looked closer at the night sea, unexpectantly seeing two killer whales creating these terrorist waves. Her feet where flung from underneath her over her head, landing in the dark water with only Bobby D and John J for company - her fate unkown.
So I dreamt of you last night. Strange after so much time. And strange too, that everything that happened is so unclear in my head. Exactly what you were to me is so vague, intangable. I remember most of all laughing with you and talking excitedly about music, bands, gigs and memories of music that transported us at one time or another in our lives. I also remember your strange confidence - a confidence perhaps forced, from a childhood of insecurity. It seemed out of context with your look, your manner and that sorrow in your eyes. So the dream; you were so unhappy. Depressed beyond belief and how could even picture you like that I don't know. Maybe that sorrow in your eyes filled some secret part of my brain with an untold narrative. Something never thought precisely but nevertheless formulated somewhere deep inside my thoughts.
MiMi was the first to step up to the mark, and it was lovely to meet her. her enthusiasm for the project really made me smile!
My name is Mimi
I'm writing now,
I'm a vegetarian
So I don't eat cows.
I try to write poetry a lot of the time
but it always sounds silly
Cos I use tacky rhymes =)
So don't laugh at my lack
Of description and detail
Cos then I'll be sad and feel
like a big fail.
How many words is that now
Sixty or so?
I've still got a bit of a way to go.
I'm gonna stop writing this silly little poem...
Urgh... What rhymes with poem?
So now I've moved on to something better.
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I fell asleep and had a dream it was so strange and weird it was like an empty white room, a room where the walls were see-through and I thought maybe it's real, and maybe we're not even here, and maybe I'm not even writing...
Maybe it all just a dream just like the one that was strange and weird like dazes in nothingness and dizzy visions of emptiness and blankness. And now my minds just switched off, and you're bound to be bored by now, but I think I'm done so have a good day and a nice life.
Sunshine blue blue blue skies and summer. Hard concrete. Drunks, bums, hobos and townies. Cross a pass. Stop at lights. Cross a pass. Stop. Work work work. Soap. Coke and rum, then some. Join the drunks, bums and hobos for a tipple. Cares away. Ha ha ha ha. Rugs and jokes. Sunset burnt orange and purple skies. Wobbly wobbles. Dance dance revolution! Drink drink drink. Carnage. More dance dance revolution style. Shots! See a picture, compose it, frame it, snap it.Show, laugh, giggle. Upload, share, distribute. Comment, tag and forward. Repeat to fade. Dance harder, dance better..., sweat, state, water water water. Sceptic onlookers, laughers and haters. Jealous! Gravy curry cheesy chip with garlic mayo...side of kebab? Taxi taxi. Black one. Internal turmoil, this is vooodooo, witchcraft, Tahiti sorcery. Kick the shoes, grab a bucket. Sleep, roll, sleep, sore... head, roll around. Messed up dreams. Messy messy memories. Restless. Water! Wake, sunshine. Photos, pitchers and cocktails. Chips dancing and sore feet. Bruises from hazy behaviour. Obligatory phone calls and texts you can't remember. The shower. Shake some memories. Coke and no rum. Check an email or few: FUCK! WAS THAT ME UP THERE?
On each of the cranes:
Yellow - I wonder if i turn my words into cranes if they'll fly away...
Green - Or inspire peace, maybe they'll come back and find their way home...
Pink - I love my home, it's where my heart is...
Dark Blue - Seattle is known for rain and the space needle, or the market,
Light Blue - I love the market and how pure the rain makes everything but I've only been in the Space Needle once...
Light Teal - Fly Home! Love Me!
Largest crane (Light Teal) - Who am i? A 20 year old College Student... a little sister to a graphic designer and an electrician, A lover of all things in the toy world, A fan of adventures and movies, A media hated plus size "gasp", my sister's mini me, A lover of a good deal and the music scene, Not a very artistic person but I try and I enjoy everything about "street art" the process in which it's made and how deeply personal it all is, a crafter , felter, lover of nature, my two favourite things in this world are my cat Lola and my best friends, whom I can tell everything to, personal, quiet, shy, loud, I don't sugar coat it for feeling's sake, jewler, lover, most importantly I am Me!
Two hundred words. Deux cent mots. Once upon a time, in the land of far far away, lived in a blissfull state, a village made of 200 souls. Each of them was a word and they had built their society on one an only principle = Make Sense.
Well, when i say "make sense", it could also have been no sense at all, or nonsense, or common sense or even a meaningless definition, as long as it was a "word".
All divided but for one purpose they formed groups, known as sentences. The balance was always a tricky business: subject, verb, complement were always needed; adjectives, nouns, adverbs, articles... etc... always welcome.
One day a stranger came along. He was french, very colourful and musical but also hard to pronounce, it was said...
After a while, everybody was charmed by the novelty and it's "frenchness" rubbed on every letters and each syllables meaning and understanding where still there but some how making sense was harder.
C'est pourquoi the village ressemblait more and more to une jolie chanson from another planete.
Chaque jour les words se me'langeaient one to another, et became more and more satisfied in exchanging leurs lettres.
A new village was born and one word has sufficed.
