i(nsignifi)cant win

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the fact that plotholes exist is, rightfully in itself, a huge asset to fact in its great waged war against fallacy, and, more specifically, opinion. a great chasm in all time and area that only other such chasms are aware of. mocked by decisions, fate stands just off-camera with a an army of arms and the legend of a selfish man who was trapped with his family in the middle of the world's most dangerous minefield. the man, in an attempt to share his physical wealth with his genetic associates, swallowed as many coins as he possibly could and did one handed cartwheels outside until luck finally hit him and he was left with only one arm. now, resembling a slot machine, he was somehow unable to release any coins to anyone, and thus, luck is not as it may always seem. the man, now armed fittingly with but one arm, proceeded to write the tale of a figure skating mute poet who had lost his hands years ago after a bad case of frost bite as he tried to become the first hand-iceskater, but in a foolish twist forgot to invent iceskates for his hands. anyway, as the story goes, our protagonist fell in love with a girl who happened to be deathly scared of all things ice and even resembling water below room-temperature. after writing her a poem the only way he could -- by slicing it into the ice with his feet in his trusty skates in the most beautiful penmanship in the universe, better than any sure-handed magician or cursive enthusiast ever could -- he was saddened to find that she would not go that extra few inches closer to the ice to read what he had written her. just then, as his heart grew cold and sank, the day grew warmer and suddenly, his body was engulfed blackness as the ice below him gave way and his body, following suit with his heart, began also to sink. his only hope was a girl too afraid to overcome her fears and lend a taken-for-granted hand to anyone. happy days are ahead.
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  • 3inputchick3inputchick Posts: 845
    Your out of your mind if you think I'm reading that!
    A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is one who hopes they are.
  • 3inputchick3inputchick Posts: 845
    Your out of your mind if you think I'm reading that!
    God I hate typos...

    YOU'RE out of your mind if you think I'm reading that
    A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is one who hopes they are.
  • Eye appreciate your insight.
  • Dylan StoneDylan Stone Posts: 1,145
    God I hate typos...

    YOU'RE out of your mind if you think I'm reading that

    You're missing out.

    Hey-- Walden Freeman.

    Your mind so intrigues me.

    Please keep posting :)
  • A mind is a wonderful thing to waste.

    Thank you though for the continued support.
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Maybe the girl had only one hand too?
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    the fact that plotholes exist is, rightfully in itself, a huge asset to fact in its great waged war against fallacy, and, more specifically, opinion. a great chasm in all time and area that only other such chasms are aware of. mocked by decisions, fate stands just off-camera with a an army of arms and the legend of a selfish man who was trapped with his family in the middle of the world's most dangerous minefield. the man, in an attempt to share his physical wealth with his genetic associates, swallowed as many coins as he possibly could and did one handed cartwheels outside until luck finally hit him and he was left with only one arm. now, resembling a slot machine, he was somehow unable to release any coins to anyone, and thus, luck is not as it may always seem. the man, now armed fittingly with but one arm, proceeded to write the tale of a figure skating mute poet who had lost his hands years ago after a bad case of frost bite as he tried to become the first hand-iceskater, but in a foolish twist forgot to invent iceskates for his hands. anyway, as the story goes, our protagonist fell in love with a girl who happened to be deathly scared of all things ice and even resembling water below room-temperature. after writing her a poem the only way he could -- by slicing it into the ice with his feet in his trusty skates in the most beautiful penmanship in the universe, better than any sure-handed magician or cursive enthusiast ever could -- he was saddened to find that she would not go that extra few inches closer to the ice to read what he had written her. just then, as his heart grew cold and sank, the day grew warmer and suddenly, his body was engulfed blackness as the ice below him gave way and his body, following suit with his heart, began also to sink. his only hope was a girl too afraid to overcome her fears and lend a taken-for-granted hand to anyone. happy days are ahead.

    Is it an old one or a new one?
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  • sachincsachinc Posts: 117
    If I can find a reson to forget,
    Then I can find a fucking reason to live.
  • sachincsachinc Posts: 117
    EDIT: 'reason'
  • justam wrote:
    Is it an old one or a new one?

    I wrote it last night by the bay.
  • GrasshopperGrasshopper Posts: 137
    "swallowed all the coins he could..." can I steal that line for a song?
    This guy wouldn't know magesty if it bit him in the face- Strong bad

    www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
  • "swallowed all the coins he could..." can I steal that line for a song?

    Only if I make $70 dollars on each CD sale. $80 on each digital.

    Nah, I don't care, take the whole thing if you want.
  • GrasshopperGrasshopper Posts: 137
    thanks Mr. Freeman if the song is that successfull ill give you all it makes....unless im a one hit wonder ..I got mouths to feed!!!
    This guy wouldn't know magesty if it bit him in the face- Strong bad

    www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
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