Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Alling for skill authenti c. Equiring ability of write r. Pting without much ad o. Ewing words to word s. Hemes that are grea t. T spares no ennu i. Reating verses, some archai c. Preading cheers and joy s. In 26 Days for the month of November. Monday, November 29, 2010.

The Open Source of Hovering Ideas. Yeah bro, Still coding with ya. Still the refactoring is a mess. Still refactoring that shit, huh VJ? And maki.

The taste is one thing that unites us. If you think about the nation which cannot find a single language, religion or customs to represent everyone, but it will always can be defined by the taste.

I would read you lines of lovely prose,. But, I am tired, today. I would tell an amusing anecdote,. But, I am tired, today. I would brave brigands and burglars,. But, I am tired, today. I would sing you the sweetest lullabye,. But, I am tired, today. I would read you a thousand and one tales,.

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Every artist dips her brush in her own soul, and paints her own nature into her pictures. She glanced at the phone, losing herself in another meaningless train of thought. Mama, the found the body. She heard the other line of the phone whisper out to her. It made her angry, .

2012 PaperTigers Reading the World Challenge. One look at her and you would know she was up to something! The impish grin, twinkle in her eyes. With no one watching, the little girl popped the lollipop into her mouth and continued her hopscotch. She jumped, turned around and faced her mother standing there. She was caught and her face reddened! This fiction post is part of the Drabble Week.

Yes, the title says it.

I hope you enjoy my ramblings! December 16, 2010. This piece is from an extremely interesting prompt over at Big Tent Poetry. There is no way I could ever do justice to his idea, but here is my lame attempt. The dead girl waits and watches.