thewildcard
I'm in this for the ice cream.
Oh. My. God.
I have a self-standing magnetic poetry board that I keep on my desk to play with when my computer's being slow (so I don't get Spinning Cursor Rage). I keep the words, from three sets I've collected over the years, in a large chalice from the Globe Theatre (it has a Twelfth Night quote on it; it's pretty neat).
The board was looking pretty full, so while my computer booted, I took a handful from the chalice (to make sure I don't get all the same words) and with the other hand scraped the words off the board back into it. Then I dumped my handful in on top. How marvelous.
BUT WAIT.
Naturally, a couple pieces didn't make it into the chalice as I did said one-handed scraping. While scraping I thought "well, that's okay, I'll use them as my first sentence, whatever they are."
Three words fell. "Death" "by" "Anxiety"
Holy fucking shit. Pardon my French.
The board was looking pretty full, so while my computer booted, I took a handful from the chalice (to make sure I don't get all the same words) and with the other hand scraped the words off the board back into it. Then I dumped my handful in on top. How marvelous.
BUT WAIT.
Naturally, a couple pieces didn't make it into the chalice as I did said one-handed scraping. While scraping I thought "well, that's okay, I'll use them as my first sentence, whatever they are."
Three words fell. "Death" "by" "Anxiety"
Holy fucking shit. Pardon my French.
Glamorous and Delusional.
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