You, with it in your hand. Looking over my work. Ready to score.
Me, saying dirty things. Hoping it fits the criteria.
You, in a cozy chair. Or would you rather do this on your desk?
Me, presently tense. Conveying the action, as it happens.
You study my form as I liberate myself of its bindings.
Playfully now, with zero articles, I change pace.
I taunt and I tease and I’m aware of the rules but I ignore them cause I know it drives you crazy and I condemn you with an incoherently rambling run-on sentence until when you just can’t take any more I initiate the absolving moment of
Punctuation. I insert it. poorly at; first, ?
You correct me.
With random intervals italicized (doesn’t matter. It’s my style.that’s important.and it seems to fit.) I continue the narrative thrust.
Passive voice is boring. I-I-I mean it bores me. I like it active. I want it verbalized loudly with primer language. I do it. I show you. You understand.
I know a varied assortment of prepositions helps keep things exciting for you. I capitalize ON IT: beside; beneath; between; around; with and without; toward; against; over and under; and more than a fair share of in and out of
We, together. . . Because without either the act is meaningless. We each know our role and submit to it. We know, when done poorly or without consideration, it‘s a waste of energy. But when it’s right, it’s art. The propelling drive of mankind.
We, together. . . Faster now andd mor recklas. Aware that the end is approaching and anxious to see what will happen. Pulling toward cohesion. Nearing completion.
Thoughts begintoblur untilatlast inonegloriousfinalburstofwittywordplay
While the rest ponder the incomplete thought.
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