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In my office my hiccupping co-worker and I just got serenaded by a man in a purple T-Shirt.
His eyes were crossed, his jeans were acid-wash, and his tune was half-baked at best.
He asked first if he could sing to us, which was nice.
Other times I've been serenaded against my will by shirtless boys and air guitars.
Today he asked, and I said, "For how long?" He said, "For sixty seconds."
"Go ahead then."
Updated April 30th, 2010 at 07:37 AM by Like a Fox
4. Conceptual imagery
Often conceptual imagery manifests itself in metaphor, the extension of metaphor, or a moment of sensory perception in a phrase or sentence presenting an idea rather than a thing.
Sonnet 116 – William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
You are in a public place, say a restaurant or a coffee shop. You are reading a book or playing with your iTouch while you wait for your order to be served. Suddenly the waitress brings you your coffee or pasta. You both look at each other in the eye, and you feel a spark. You say to yourself, I know this girl. And when you looked into her eye, you knew she’s thinking the same thing.
Well, something very similar happened to me a couple of days ago when
This is the latest post on my blog, Blue Pencil Diaries.
When I was nine, there was nothing I loved to read more than those Dear America books for kids. My adventure-loving mind gobbled up every bit of the supposed diaries of real girls throughout history. A compulsive diary writer even then, I loved the thought of reading actual girl’s diaries. What a fascinating thought that their journals had been preserved so long.
Your life is nothing but a lie, Julie