Dance in the Full Moon

Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Sunday, February 20, 2011

2.20c

[correcting an oversight, thanks Lyssa]

His hair and smile and hands were perfect. He moved smoothly and with confidence. He didn't have to try; it came naturally. But when she asked him a question, stupidity flowed out in an effusive explosion of blaagh.
Jockdonkey.

10 comments:

  1. Robby Van ArsdaleFebruary 20, 2011 at 8:57 PM

    I can't write that as well as I can the other. You guys will have to (and I WILL BE SO EXCITED TO READ THEM) because I don't have that insight. But I thought I'd take a stab at it anyway, because Lyssa pointed out my sexism in the last post.

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  2. anelles47February 20, 2011 at 9:12 PM

    This is actually kind of sweet. :-S

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  3. burnhamFebruary 20, 2011 at 9:24 PM

    I'm glad you're considering both sides.

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  4. Robby Van ArsdaleFebruary 20, 2011 at 9:56 PM

    Yeah, thought I'm not good at it.

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  5. burnhamFebruary 20, 2011 at 10:11 PM

    Well, in this case, it is the Thought that counts.

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  6. AshleeFebruary 21, 2011 at 4:22 AM

    I knew exactly what you meant when you wrote "stupidity flowed out in an effusive explosion of blaagh." It created a sound picture that I understood.

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  7. anelles47February 21, 2011 at 9:49 AM

    Robby, I think you're getting better at it.

    Ashlee: You are so right.

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  8. Robby Van ArsdaleFebruary 21, 2011 at 10:12 AM

    Haha, well I'm working on seeing things from a woman's perspective. It's difficult.

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  9. anelles47February 21, 2011 at 10:17 AM

    If it weren't difficult, would it be any fun?

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  10. Robby Van ArsdaleFebruary 21, 2011 at 11:40 AM

    . . . no comment.

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