Ten minutes of someone else's internal monologue.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
7:49
france's friendly faces. six ugly aces. three's waning widget. york yelled yoke. dope crack smoke. poke prod pronounce. slice dice denounce. Twenty six letters come together to form all the words we use? can you separate language from life? my face is red, flush. its from standing in the sun today. its like some kind of perma affect of this job. always a little sun kissed. i've been there for a month, and my skin has yet reach a point of tan that discourages the, oh wait, actually its the wind, too. Its like a windchapped. Sun drenched wind chap. Thats what it is. I bought a game for my phone. It is basic math skills, mainly factors of and multiples of numbers 2-12. Its pretty fun though. Its basically impossible to lose. It makes me think of numbers. The times tables. Times tables. Six times seven is always 42. All the other 7's are tricky, except 7 x 5 (35), 7 X 10 (70), and 2 X 11 (77). Which doesnt leave that many and with a quick head calculation the answer can be achieved. its a game i know all the answers to. Did I just end a sentence with a prepositional phrase? Is it poor grammar or have I met the goals of communication? Shine, shine, shinedigggery. prime post place.
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kat so brave.
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