I’m curious as to why, when it comes to a writing time limit, the first thing that pops into my head is flying pigs. I imagine pigs with all sorts of wings—like those of a bluebird, robin, butterfly, bee, fly, or even an angel. It is exceedingly confusing to me as to why these images are so close to the surface in my mind.
Inspired by
One minute? only one? I find time to complain through everything, really.
It’s hot in Los Angeles, the women flock, the men …
A sequel to A minute of Partysprinkles
About the author
starcrossed
Texas
starcrossed- thwarted or opposed by the stars; ill-fated
that would be a good summary of my writing attempts
but i suppose I’ll keep trying
and btw, comments are appreciated!
Published on August 04, 2007.
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