do not listen to what anybody tells you

[foxtongue]

Say a division runs at four tenths of a second, the time it requires for you to close your eyes and hear your lover exhale. Let's say that this division represents dimensions, the round average of the sound of a drop of rain hitting a lake as smooth as a licked ice-cream cone, the impact circle in the centre reminiscent of old fashioned glass. On the other hand is a ring, now removed. Let it represent how you feel about betrayal, about your teacher wrongly calling you a liar. Press the two together as strongly as spermatozoa sing love songs to a cell and divide the result with the pared down cliche pieces of what you once thought was innocence but really turned out to be ignorance. Discuss.

Take for example a train of thought, the smoke trailing behind as old scarves when they were in style, and count the number of passengers in every wooden car. Remove the conductor and their morning coffee poisoned with almond cream, instead replacing them with an empty suit as hollow as teenage aspirations. Insert as well the book heavy idea that you are neither cool nor hot. How fast are you leaving tracks toward honour and away from privilege? Show your work. Your numbers should be as fluid as the panic underneath the first time you burned yourself operating a stove or oven.



Bonus: To accurately gauge the desperation found when your parents die, plan a method of seduction to press upon all of the children found in a ten mile radius from your last french kiss. You are not allowed to use candy or calculators. These are the rules. Abide.

Comments

[pvck.livejournal.com]

I love you.

I owe you for this one.

my computer was flickering my comments on and off.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I don't know what I did. If there's a debt, I'm curious as to what it is.

OK, I won't listen to you...

[mgoodbar.livejournal.com]

*hand goes up* Um... Prof? I need a little clarification.

But does the division of four tenths of a second still apply if the lover hiccups? And what happens if the ice cream cone is licked in a circle & it's not smooth? If the train is running late, can you still count all the passengers?

Furthermore, for the bonus marks, I have the plan. But I'm having trouble with the execution without the candy. Suggestions?

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

If the lover hiccups, then apply a balm of southern sky and stars at night over the equator of your wrist. This will have the result of translating the hiccups back into the equation with no loss of numerical ethics.

The ice-cream cone in this instance has been pre-figured. Use what is given you.

If the train is late, then take away one minute for every time you were not somewhere else.

As for the bonus question, the rules are stated.

[michel-lacombe.livejournal.com]

> a method of seduction to press upon all of the children

No thank you, I *have* worked for television already.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

and lo, a great reckoning came upon the land and all the characters were haloed like unto a million new incandescent lightbulbs set into the plastic forms of The Hero and there was a peace, of sorts, as Youth took sugar and cereal and did coat themselves in advertising.

2 plus 2 equals 5 for suitably large values of 2.

[umbriel.livejournal.com]

Sometimes one plus one equals a shivering spine.
Consider exposition one,
and atmosphere the other.

(You'd like Lee, he's a force of nature)

2 + 2 = 5 when two is a pair instead of a number

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

(I'll watch it when I get home, as work hasn't speakers)

(and it's very likely I would. A little bird tells me that you and yours and me and mine would get on fabulously)

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

That is nice. Thank you lovely. I want to do very vlow delightful things now involving nudity.

[childofcrow.livejournal.com]

Remove the conductor and their morning coffee poisoned with almond cream, instead replacing them with an empty suit as hollow as teenage aspirations.

Brilliant.

felix culpa

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

This has been put on the tiny list of 'things I've written where I like all of it'.

Re: felix culpa

[childofcrow.livejournal.com]

I have a list like that - it's quite tiny. I'm always amused to read things I had written years ago.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

My list is incredibly short, and I'm caught between being glad of that and not all at once. *grins* I wander into things I wrote a long time ago every time I clean my room. So far I have yet to be shamed, but it'll likely happen. There could easily be a letter in the piles of paper to a fuure self that was entirely about boys maybe.

[childofcrow.livejournal.com]

I always grin, because the moment is passed, and some if the things while written in a certain fram of mind can be quite strange. ^_^

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

My only re-comprehension problems stem from when I'm not sure at first who I was spending time with when I wrote something down.

Then, of course, comes the "oh my dear mind, what have you done and why?"

[childofcrow.livejournal.com]

Then, of course, comes the "oh my dear mind, what have you done and why?"

Exactly. Sometimes digging through old journals or letters is reliving the moment. Oftentimes it's a moment I don't wish to relive.

But I know the reason I wrote it in the first place.

I, however, have found the 'OMG BOYS' letters I wrote at age 12. It often embarrasses me, but that's the ghost of teenage antics coming to haunt me.