Something fun, wierd, and interesting. I hope.
What follows is a composition of sorts of all the various taglines of the people who were online on messenger when I wrote them down the other day. Wierd? Yes. An excersise in creativity? Yes. No insult is inferred here. If it appears that I've misinterpreted what you were intending with your personal message at the time, I have not. I only interpreted them in my own respect. I actually hope that this will be cause for some amusement to all of you. Please post comments about this as I want feed back. Did it make you laugh? Cry? Say WTF? Let me know. And without further delay... here it is. I call it the Composite of Random Lives.
The Composite of Random Lives
”Sniff...sniff...," was the only sound. It was the last day of classes. She should have been happy, but she wasn't. The thought rolled through her head, "Hey you little s*$t, where the hell are you with my f*&*in car?!
Meanwhile across town, the car sat parked in the street. The street itself was deserted. Like a scene from a zombie movie. Only an elderly gentleman on a bus stop bench was visible anywhere, and this was the thought that was running through his head, "Zombies, man...they creep me out." Despite this he felt rather good today. None of the migraines which had been hampering him for the last few days seemed to be present. And this was the next thought that ran through his head, "Damn, I really hate migraines!"
Inside a nearby apartment building an angst ridden youth contemplated the lyrics, "Here you'll stay where lies are spread wide open, and ties are not so strong...that place you'll never find me, I've already gone." What exactly he took away from those lyrics I'll never know. As with most lyrics, or at least I believe it to be so, you take what you need from them. A common interpretation is not necessarily common.
In the dimly lit bar on the far side of town two friends discussed the beautiful woman sitting a few tables away. The waitress passing by was slightly amused by what she heard and it was this, "...Me on the other hand, well, I'm 6'3", she could wear heels with me and still look hot...hehehehe!" "A slightly nonsensical bit of babble from yet another person under the influence of alcohol," she thought. As she wandered down to the table she was currently serving, the older man there looked at her with a smile on his face. He looked lonely and bored, and was more likely than not just looking for someone to talk to. "One more company for Airmiles and I become a gold card member," he stated. The waitress was baffled at this and just gave a friendly smile while she set down his drink. "Yay," he exclaimed; then, "Why wasn't I born Italian? I love you Gianna de Laurentis!" She made a mental note to cut him off. He'd obviously had enough.
In a house across the street the musician finally got his piano put in place in his brand new recording studio. "Mua ha ha, my studio is set up," he cried feeling the elation of all his hard work finally come to fruition!
And in another house not so far away, here I sit. Alone, writing some little blurb I hope will make people laugh, or think or ponder in some fashion. Is it worth it? Say if it's worth saving me. And if you want you can come over, I've always got time for you me...and a bottle of whiskey. Maybe I could explain why the hell I haven't just quit on you yet.
Mackenna is two and a half months old already. How the time flies!
Sniff...Vent Off
Composed by Spanky, a Legendary Legend.
The Composite of Random Lives
”Sniff...sniff...," was the only sound. It was the last day of classes. She should have been happy, but she wasn't. The thought rolled through her head, "Hey you little s*$t, where the hell are you with my f*&*in car?!
Meanwhile across town, the car sat parked in the street. The street itself was deserted. Like a scene from a zombie movie. Only an elderly gentleman on a bus stop bench was visible anywhere, and this was the thought that was running through his head, "Zombies, man...they creep me out." Despite this he felt rather good today. None of the migraines which had been hampering him for the last few days seemed to be present. And this was the next thought that ran through his head, "Damn, I really hate migraines!"
Inside a nearby apartment building an angst ridden youth contemplated the lyrics, "Here you'll stay where lies are spread wide open, and ties are not so strong...that place you'll never find me, I've already gone." What exactly he took away from those lyrics I'll never know. As with most lyrics, or at least I believe it to be so, you take what you need from them. A common interpretation is not necessarily common.
In the dimly lit bar on the far side of town two friends discussed the beautiful woman sitting a few tables away. The waitress passing by was slightly amused by what she heard and it was this, "...Me on the other hand, well, I'm 6'3", she could wear heels with me and still look hot...hehehehe!" "A slightly nonsensical bit of babble from yet another person under the influence of alcohol," she thought. As she wandered down to the table she was currently serving, the older man there looked at her with a smile on his face. He looked lonely and bored, and was more likely than not just looking for someone to talk to. "One more company for Airmiles and I become a gold card member," he stated. The waitress was baffled at this and just gave a friendly smile while she set down his drink. "Yay," he exclaimed; then, "Why wasn't I born Italian? I love you Gianna de Laurentis!" She made a mental note to cut him off. He'd obviously had enough.
In a house across the street the musician finally got his piano put in place in his brand new recording studio. "Mua ha ha, my studio is set up," he cried feeling the elation of all his hard work finally come to fruition!
And in another house not so far away, here I sit. Alone, writing some little blurb I hope will make people laugh, or think or ponder in some fashion. Is it worth it? Say if it's worth saving me. And if you want you can come over, I've always got time for you me...and a bottle of whiskey. Maybe I could explain why the hell I haven't just quit on you yet.
Mackenna is two and a half months old already. How the time flies!
Sniff...Vent Off
Composed by Spanky, a Legendary Legend.
posted by Spanky Dan at 8:10 PM
2 Comments:
Very original. Very creative. Very cool.
It's like some weird and new style of art. Too awesome.
Thanks for the feedback.
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