You can tell he was a spy

FinsburyParkCarrots
FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited June 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
because he wasn't interested.





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Sentence one: You can tell he was a spy because he wasn't interested.
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  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    Even though he asked all the right questions, his eyes were not excited when people answered.
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  • Nast
    Nast Posts: 127
    Yet why should they be, this place place is droll... I wonder what he could tell of me.
    The king of run on sentences...
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    "This place place is droll," he said; and his peculiar way of repeating certain words made me think he was attaching significance to words beyond their basic import: a spy for sure.
  • dyaogirl
    dyaogirl Posts: 138
    I thought as I stood in line impatiently waiting for the next teller to become available.
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I felt a felt tip pen write something hurriedly under my left earlobe: when I checked moments later in the bathroom mirror it was backwards written cosde that, reversed, revealed itself as The Secret.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Cosde:it was an unedited drunk man's typing slang for "code."
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    But what WAS the secret? I still wondered as I stood waiting.
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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I thought the answer might be in the way Jocelyn, the bearded cigarette girlbehind the bar plaited her armpit hair twice forwards, once back, every twelve seconds, while sneezing the word "eugarp".
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    But that was just a dream.
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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    That's me in the corner: even the REM song in the background took on a mysteriouos signifance.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    As opposed to mysterious significance.
  • jamjam
    jamjam Posts: 491
    And then I woke up, wondering what did this dream mean...
  • dyaogirl
    dyaogirl Posts: 138
    The bearded cigarette-girl offered me a smoke. I accepted.
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • jamjam
    jamjam Posts: 491
    I took it and asked "Got a light?"
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    While the drunken rock star at the bar muttered, "I woke up from the dream, I woke up from the dream", the cigarette girl blew a smoke ring through her ankle that said "The station: five."
  • dyaogirl
    dyaogirl Posts: 138
    She leaned in to light my cigarette and I noticed something printed on the top of her head.
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    It was an intricate map of the waterways of Newport Pagnel, circa 1957.
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    She's written "Last Stop Cafe, 1am"....and now it was starting to get smudged.
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  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    the kohl message she'd written on the beer mat was starting to get smudged, and then she leaned over the till, and I realised from the view of the tattoo on her head, that the map of Puget Sound (Fins correct this bit), was in fact something far more sinister...
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • jamjam
    jamjam Posts: 491
    The rain started to fall down heavily, I knew I had to get out of here, get out of here fast.

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