"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


Day Fifteen: Using yesterday's prompt, which was to write each line as a question, except the last.

Where did the first flake fall?
What was it made of?
Who caught it on their tongue?
Did they yell?
Did they vomit?
What new flavor did they discover?
Did they write it down?
Is there a recipe we can follow?
Could we recreate the magic?
Would we want to?
Are there any strings to grasp at?
What dangling beauty can we pull down?
And how to preserve it?
How to keep it clean, keep it safe?

The chemicals blend just enough to mask the taste.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Pharoahe Monch & Black Thought, Rapid Eye Movement

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