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Has anyone noticed the lack of prose?

sachincsachinc Posts: 117
edited May 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
It just seems weird, It's in the title but no one seems to write any.

Does anyone want to?
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  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    you're not looking close enough. i write a stack of prose. not that you'd necessarily want to read it, but i do write it. :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    There used to be loads, back in the days when people used message boards. ;)
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    I suppose we could write a story a paragraph or two at a time??
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  • brain of cbrain of c Posts: 5,213
    i dig a pony.
    d'oh!!!!!!

    http://www.myspace.com/brain_of_c
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Buzzards, bloat-bellied with hunger, still would not satiate their pangs by swooping upon the swollen blue corpse, laying on his twisted back and staring mad-eyed and God-defying, from the blood-patterned, dusty prairie ground. They circled in figure-eight swirls and departed over the northern hills, watched by a lone chimpanzee, once the prize pet of the farm, now its sole inhabitant and still brandishing the rifle he had pumped into his now rotting master, only two days beforehand.


    Carry on ....
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    Of course, it was only a matter of time before people came and discovered the mess. The chimp was not consciously aware of this, but he sensed it. He was eating all the food that he could find in the closet, he was exploring all the rooms he'd been barred from, and he was starting to get antsy to see what was over the hill...

    When the pick-up trucks eventually appeared and kicked up the dust, he'd be ready to slip out the back way.
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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    the dust kicked and the chimp slipped silently, no less muting his propensity to bray like a donkey, to the corner of the scenic set of the latest hollywood romance entitled, "Bonzai and Bonzo on the Road to Slovakia"
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • sachincsachinc Posts: 117
    As the chimp sidled stealthily to the side of the staged bed and breakfast and pronounced to the cardboard waiter his particular love of apricots, the overtley camp director pointed, as expected, overtly camply toward the chimp while screeching to the casting manager, "I need that chimp"
  • russmcrussmc Posts: 91
    And HOW she needed that chimp was the question most people would wonder. For you see in some countries, slicing the top of a primates head off as they are still alive and devouring theirs brains is to be a delicacy. Oh but that was not what she had in mind. For you see she was of a particular stock.
    Surreal Art that Entices the Mind
    http://www.russmcintosh.com
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    Her greatest priority, being, as she was, a creature of little patience and a violent temper, much evidenced by previous outbursts which had rendered her circle of friends small and inclined to distrust all people, was to select the perfect condiment with which to garnish her meal. Understanding as she did that this was no ordinary chimp, a plate-dollop of peri-peri was insufficient at best, assuming the ill-fated simian might be cooked just the right amount, and at worst, simply a slur against all apekind and one that was vehemently opposed by all persons of higher breeding with such morals as one has come to expect of a product of the upper tier of our educational system.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    What perplexed the poor primate most was how his sex had changed in the period of considering his plight since he fired the gun. But post-homicidal tristesse will bring out the woman in anyone. :D
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Oh, right, you mean the camp director.

    *Gets back on track*

    He feared as a camp film director that his excessive reading of Henry James had caused him to perceive himself as Isabel Archer and, furthermore, to construct in his mind thought processes which, transferred to the third person and past tense would still read as the most insane examples of free indirect thought in the Pitpissheads' Guide to Narrative Discourse (eds. keith Harris and Orville, 1982). He gazed down lovingly at the chimp and admired his cruel but patient mouth.
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    The director had SUCH a story in mind...and it involved chimps, dogs, cats, and pigs in costume. Silks and feathers, hats and belts...he knew it'd be the hit of the drag-queen's pet parade ceremony!
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    He just needed to find the right marching band to play...
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    At which point entered Pugh, Pugh, Barley, McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble, and Grub:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7ZWWwV4_-M


    :D
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