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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
simply called "confessions" For example, I've got a 17 inch zucchini in my desk. There's a story behind that, and a reason too, but you'll have to open the new forum to find out. heh. |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
Lemme tell ya what kind of things get ya stared (and talked about) here in the south... hehe 3 am confessions of 17 incher things close by - in shapes of Zuchinni That and? Needing a forum called confessions hehe Glad I woke up for a glass of electric personality (Pepsi) Would have hated to miss the Zuchinni Confession Thread |
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Greeneyes
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Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
I dont know karen something tells me that forum would need to be in MC I keep a fragrance bottle my |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Doesn't Grok This work for that? |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-05-19
Posts 8669Michigan, US |
For me, being neither a priest nor a policeman, most confessions would fall somewhere between boring and nauseating. Of course, there are certainly exceptions to that. Generally, to get my interest, the person has to be someone about whom I care. I don't necessarily have to like them, but I do have to care enough to want to understand them better, care enough to want to know what happens in their life, perhaps in the past, certainly in the future. I have to be invested in the person, else their confession is nothing but an anecdote and a waste of my time. Writers do that all the time, of course, both in poetry and in prose. They usually call it fiction. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Okay, okay, so you're not interested in the story. Let me make it up to you over dinner. I'd make zucchini, but yanno, I do have to concede your point a bit. The only reason it wasn't diced into the salad last night was because although I know where the squash came from, the more ponderous (and nod, slightly nauseating) idea was the fact that I cannot be sure where it has been. But what I imagine is prolly much more interesting than the truth. One must always consider the source with a gift of zucchini. and thanks to fellow pipster adagio, for the gift from his garden and his sense of humor. (and hey, Ronnie, it was a long night as I pulled the Friday night/Saturday morning stint on neighborhood watch. Thanks for putting up with my craziness as I bounced the halls of your forums.) |
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