• RoxyLane commented on the post, shorthand 7 years ago

    Shorthanded. Short changed. Short shorts. Short stories. Short skirt and a long jacket. I’ve only written the word ‘short’ six times now and it sounds hilarious. Reminds me of a fictional word that maybe Mork […]

  • RoxyLane commented on the post, instrumental 7 years ago

    Instrumental version of my life. That would be neat. A sound track, played by violins and cellos, that keeps me company throughout my day. I think I could really get used to that. Instrumental version of my life.

  • RoxyLane commented on the post, upright 7 years ago

    My x boyfriend plays the upright bass. That reminds me of the cello? that Susan Surrandon played so hard that her hair blew up huge and she got sexually excited. I wonder if that happens to him, too. Ha. Eew.

  • RoxyLane commented on the post, hearing 7 years ago

    Hearing. What I am hearing right now, is my dad playing the piano. It’s a sound I have always loved and find comforting. He is incredible. I spent a long time trying to play like him, but that was stupid. Now I […]

  • RoxyLane commented on the post, study 7 years, 6 months ago

    Studying. Practicing. Patience. I wish I could take a course on patience, so that I could stand to practice and study. I could be so much more if I would just apply myself. And no, I’m not a mother. Though I sure as hell sound like one. I’m going to go now and play that […]

  • RoxyLane commented on the post, tires 7 years, 6 months ago

    Tires. Steel belted radials. Tires make the world go round, and they also carry giganitc imprint making fiends full of jerk heads… or maybe they whizz around beneath strong legged critical massing folx. Who knows?

    Tires make fabulous swings. Nothing you can swing on can be all bad, right?

  • RoxyLane commented on the post, cells 7 years, 11 months ago

    Cellular modular banana phone. Cells. I am made of them and so are you. We em very much like the same damn thing when you break it down like that, eh? Cell phones suck They are like leashes. I sold my soul to my cell phone and my my cells are now bursting one by […]