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[zero]

:eek:

[Frieda]

that was obvious

[zero]

i am thinking about something not obvious now . can you guess what it is? hm?

[brightpearl]

Not obvious? Must not be ARSE, then.

So you must be thinking about that time

-it seems a long time ago now even though it's a wink to a stone-

when you were riding in the backseat of the car, and the conversation of the people around you faded into whatever those conversations are and only that, and for some reason

-you still wonder why sometimes, what jogged such an innocuous movement of such import-

no reason at all really, you looked away from the blur outside the window down to your hand, light shining on each nail, each fine hair on your knuckles, fingers aligned along a crease in the fabric of your trousers, and you puzzled at how they still looked so real, when you had by then done enough thinking to know that they cannot be said to exist in the way your brain pretends they do, and it clicked in that long moment, speeding by, how we can only understand what is this thing called real-ness by seeing that we can never grasp, not even a little bit, what we already know to be true.

[brightpearl]

And also arse.

[MoJoRiSin]

^^^ Zero, is it this song?

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OR are you thinking about how you finally understand how mo's job of helping people with theri writing is actually a very satisfying career for her?

[YsaPur EsChomuw]

In a clever ruse zero made us believe he was thinking of arse, when in fact he was thinking of biscuits the second time again.

[MoJoRiSin]

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[MoJoRiSin]

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[zero]

..that time

-it seems a long time ago now even though it's a wink to a stone-

when you were riding in the backseat of the car, and the conversation of the people around you faded into whatever those conversations are and only that, and for some reason

-you still wonder why sometimes, what jogged such an innocuous movement of such import-

no reason at all really, you looked away from the blur outside the window down to your hand, light shining on each nail, each fine hair on your knuckles, fingers aligned along a crease in the fabric of your trousers, and you puzzled at how they still looked so real, when you had by then done enough thinking to know that they cannot be said to exist in the way your brain pretends they do, and it clicked in that long moment, speeding by, how we can only understand what is this thing called real-ness by seeing that we can never grasp, not even a little bit, what we already know to be true.

beryl, that sounds a lot like the opening paragraph of my forthcoming novel zen and the art of recumbent bicycle maintenance

[zero]

i've got a good feeling about

[Bman]

I see you there, 19 guests, with all of your lurkery!

[Marcus Bales]

Bman, 'lurkery' and 'lukkucairi' are different things. I know you're probably feeling your loss acutely now that she doesn't invite you over to sort her boxes any more, but you have to get over it. But not with 19 guests at a time! World-class brephophagist or not, 19 is too many.

[Bman]

Well, we'll always have Paris, I suppose. (And by Paris I mean that thread where we leave messages for each other -_-)

[MoJoRiSin]

Sing a song of long ago
When things were green and movin' slow
And people'd stop to say hello
Or they'd say "hi" to you
"Would you like to come over for tea
With the missus and me?"
It's a real nice way
To spend the day
In Dayton, Ohio
On a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903

Sing a song of long ago
When things could grow
And days flowed quietly
The air was clean and you could see
And folks were nice to you
"Would you like to come over for tea
With the missus and me?"
It's a real nice way
To spend the day
In Dayton, Ohio
On a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903

[YsaPur EsChomuw]

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