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When the noob goes to court with a shiny new racket, but the ball flies way off into thick brambly bushes, then that noob, growing cross screams and wails up a racket as the bystanders laugh him to the lowest noob bracket.
Music is the happiest thing in the world, and the easiest way (for me) to simulate emotions. Certain sound patterns can take the brain and rewire it and make Haskell seem a bit more bearable.
I remember the dark-brown short little desks we used in fourth grade. They had a big drawer attached to them, and I'd put things in my desk. Somehow the desks seem set in a dark, gray room where I was bored and cranky.
Hmm? This sounds like a trap. The Venus Flytrap with its bright colors and weird rotting smells, or whatever it is that attracts flies, drawing them in and then eating them! What kind of plant eats animals! And then, the ice cream shop on the corner, calling, come in! Come in! And making passersby late to their meetings because they've stopped for ice cream.
When the rattlesnake chokes on the baby's rattle, it gives its death rattle not from its throat, but from its rattle, and the rattle of its rattle does serve to tattle of the end that befell the snake by a rattle.
Bittens are baby bats, just like kittens are baby cats. And vampire bat babies are called vampire bittens. If a bat bites a baby and the bat was tiny, then you can say, the baby was bitten by a baby bat bitten.
Puddles are little pockets of rainbows and mirrors. I remember a very powerful sentence from an internet person who said, in regards to Noah's Arc, "there should've been rainbows all over the damn place." It was the water droplets that made him lose his faith, and I'm proud water has that role.
Well they're spiky. I wish I'd had pins this morning to pin up my dress before I sewed it up. It would have been really helpful to hold the cloth in place first. But things worked out well enough. I can't buy too much now because I'm a college student, but when I have my own place, I'll fill it with useful things like rice cookers and pins.
What kind of silly word is this? This is just like asking for a whole bunch of stories about broken hearts and broken romances. Everyone has those. As unique and poignant as they all feel, very few are any different from another. Hearts are fickle. We dream, we bemoan, and then we forget. A year's time, and the biggest deal in the world becomes just a speck in a big trash heap.
Mental image produces a penny flying through the air against a black background, and then a sarcastic voice saying "on the flip side". What is the flip side of a penny? Is it whichever side lands facing up? Is that a flippant comment?
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