Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Friday, April 2, 2010

4.2a

Her finger left a hot trail of sparks up my arm. She left and went to sleep.

How long would the fire burn me?

11 comments:

  1. I don't know, but forever would be exhausting (probably).

    It sounds vaguely like stinging nettles.

    In either case, I'd suggest your character take a shower.

    I just noticed that every sentence in my comment started with "I".

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  2. Hm. That may be very good advice, actually. Thanks.

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  3. I can detect the strains of sarcasm from the peanut gallery.

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  4. Hey! I paid for my ticket! I come here every week!

    (If you get that, I'll give you a gold star.)

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  5. This is ridiculous. I will now attempt to spell out everything I mean.

    Generally, the people in the peanut gallery aren't supposed to comment because they didn't pay for the right to.

    I, on the other hand, faithfully read your blog at least once a week, and therefore have earned the right to better seating.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peanut_gallery
    (note: cheap seats)

    There, did that help?

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  6. Yes, but my interpretation was still funny. Like I say: I only lie when the truth isn't funny. Which is a horrible way to live your life, but that's how I live it.

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  7. Your interpretation was hilarious (and true).

    I don't lie, but sometimes I "willfully misunderstand" other people for my own amusement.

    So yeah, I know what you mean.

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