Literary Pug

What if you breathe in and out in the same take. Economy of moment, and in that, surprise and relief are the same thing. And if that moment should pass, shall we dissect it, yank its brain with hooks into jars, and store them in geometries? Pair, amidst. #5amwritersclub

Just did some reading about Cherenkov radiation and light “booms”. Fascinating.

@KhristinaChess Let’s GO!!!!!

The new ideas were just gushing out of my head this morning. It's messy, but I love it. Write, write, write! #5amwritersclub #writerslife #WritingCommunity

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@RichCheessos Perception. They did a whole movie on that, didn’t they? Oh wait, that was inception. Spin the totem. And sing like there’s no tomorrow.

I was social, not really, but I karaoke'd some funk tunes, 'cause I wanted to dance. Performance review, "Wow, I thought you were this sad guy, but then you blew up." Thanks, PYT. I guess I am sad. Blew up, like blew up the room. Oh, thanks.

@RichCheessos Indeed.

Good morning. I hope your words arrive as pluripotent chameleons, flow as pluvious outpourings, and settle in pools of pleasing reflections. #5AMWritersClub

@KhristinaChess You are the most consistent peeple I know. You get grace today.

Ugh, the worst night is when I can't fall asleep, which means I cannot get out of bed, which means no time for writing today. 😒 #5amwritersclub #writerslife #WritingCommunity

Brain relaxing, and suddenly I’m a dog, napping midday, tongue safely lolling out of my mouth to the side. I’m a peeper, trilling my amphibious ambitions at night. And access to me is infinite, in the way lemniscates would make great rolling pins, forever impressing. #5amwritersclub

I write the body eclectic but might skew gastric and eat all I create. (I bet you all can relate) Eat my words, they become turds (I’ll save you a step me droogs), toss rhyming out, who needs it when I imply I’m plying my craft. In fact, if letter salad remains thought only, avoid it all. I, void. #5amwritersclub

#microficMonday #orbit #poem Or Bit She circles him, not touching light crossing light, knowing closeness might burn. He hums his gravity low… drawing her nearer… or bit by bit unmaking her spin. The silence stretching between them becomes dynamic no means ‘I’m afraid.’ maybe means ‘please stay.’ She forgets which side of the line she started. Every confession tastes of falling falling the words break apart OR leaving a door ajar, the word BIT the tongue like metal. Around and around their wanting turns, faithful as planets, faithless as time, mouth to mouth, or bit to bit, never quite whole until they collide.

@KhristinaChess Omg that’s right you are fueled by Diet Dew. Methinks my synapses would go for a jog in that case.

@LiteraryPug I feel this, except after writing, there is no return to sleep. (It's probably all of the Diet Dew I drink while those words are off and running...)

No I won’t think words at 2:39am. Little bits of lexicon intrusive…. Ok, so maybe a few. And we’re off and running. Neurons firing, synapses rewiring, look think felt umwelt (poem) first of its kind and unburdened, sleep, signed me #5amwritersclub

Reinventing heels. It’s the walk of life, except yeah, round things do make travel easier, faster, so we go further. I’d rather say in meter what I once rhymed in inches. What a crime, sublime, sub lines for single words, replace letters with books. #5amwritersclub

Life swallows whole now. Doesn’t even bother chewing. Squeezed in stomach juices, it takes awhile to disintegrate. “Hey we talked about this. Always chew your food!” As my skin disintegrates, I plan my devolution. Perhaps I’d fare better with a pair of sights. #5amwritersclub

@RichCheessos Or perhaps a “yop”.

@LiteraryPug huh?

We all need to take a moment to credit the first phoneme ever uttered by one hominid that was understood by another hominid. Look what you started. #5amwritersclub

@CollingsMaccrae Yes, but only if you remove the ‘h’.

I’d whine today but does it ever help?

I bet a million monkeys with write-typers would never come up with this or this, or even this. Mind favors the prepared chance as it strolls along the pretend us way, for we are writers of wry turds and pages and pages of word-tchotchke and botched please-you and phrases that turn clicker count wise, besides. #5amwritersclub

Super Cede, origin story. One night, while existing on a plane, Cede saw a see show, and to avoid further consonance, unsaw It. And that’s when It happened. It, being the first of Its kind, had no reference to frame. So Its walls were bare. Lack of life, supplanted by nothing, lacks luster. And Super Cede nodded, waved and leapt. #5amwritersclub