When I was about ten years old I walked down the road to the park and on the way, by a concrete bridge that went over a small stream was a bushel of flounder.Why would anyone leave a bushel of fish here in the road I wondered?But only for a second.
Flounder or flatfish are just that,flat and about a foot in diameter and about a half inch thick.I took the flounder and started to place them in the road and went over the edge of the bridge to hide and await the passage of some automobiles to see what would happen.Sure enough a car went by and ran over some of the fish and sent them flying over my head.It was pretty cool.I was the inventor of flounder rocket technology and envisioned myself as a soldier dodging incoming mortar rounds sent by the enemy.I collected them and replaced them back into the road as long as they remained "serviceable" I think would be the appropriate word in todays terms.More cars went by and I was able to amuse myself with my war games for the afternoon.
I saw the last time I was down there they had redone the little bridge and it would not be possible to recreate the event as the bridge is now solidly made of stone.I'm not too sure that all the pieces of the puzzle would ever really be in place again in a hundred million years anyway.I just think it would be unlikely.
Flounder or flatfish are just that,flat and about a foot in diameter and about a half inch thick.I took the flounder and started to place them in the road and went over the edge of the bridge to hide and await the passage of some automobiles to see what would happen.Sure enough a car went by and ran over some of the fish and sent them flying over my head.It was pretty cool.I was the inventor of flounder rocket technology and envisioned myself as a soldier dodging incoming mortar rounds sent by the enemy.I collected them and replaced them back into the road as long as they remained "serviceable" I think would be the appropriate word in todays terms.More cars went by and I was able to amuse myself with my war games for the afternoon.
I saw the last time I was down there they had redone the little bridge and it would not be possible to recreate the event as the bridge is now solidly made of stone.I'm not too sure that all the pieces of the puzzle would ever really be in place again in a hundred million years anyway.I just think it would be unlikely.
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why is it funny to kill things?
You know, I was thinking the other day while I was glancing at all the different blogs and I remember when you found my blog, it wasn't the stablest of times in my life, and I think the timing was just excellent and such an amazing group of people somehow connected and I'd just like to say how truly thankful I am of that.
Just thought I'd say thanks for all that you've done. Just in case I hadn't done it enough.
Sara
unless they were already dead then.. EW! boys are WEIRD!
of course they were dead silly
a bushel is not a life sustaining vessel for a species that can only breathe in water
fish have gills and will not live long out of water
fish are however "brainfood" as they contain the building blocks necessary for the developement of the human brain
did you know that?
I assure you these particular fish that I turned into frisbees (with the help of some passing autos were deceased and as a thinking 10 year old who ate fish regularly I might add)realised because of their past uncertain they would not be suitable for table fare so I decided to fuck with them a little bit.
I guess you had to be there.Maybe next time.
It was nothing esse.
Everything just flowed for awhile and with anything new I spent extra time with it.But I was having fun with it for the most part but there were times when it wasn't so much fun as you well know.But it was still good and worthwhile,really more so.I had to back off a little from the blog for a while and then what did I do?Start another one.
Hey winter is coming and winter is blogging season.
I'm happy that you decided to keep on keeping on.Definitely keep up what your doing with your writing,as long as you want to that is.You love to do it and it shows.When people can impart the love for what they do into their work it shows and sets it apart from any other work.
Don't look too much to others to provide your fuel for you.You will not need it anyway.Try to impress yourself and trust yourself to know what you like in what you do.Others will follow you then and not the other way around. Don't set yourself up in that respect for it can lead to discouragement that hasn't a place in your life.I am older now and I see how much time I wasted being too concerned with the opinions of others concerning me and what I do.Opinions are like assholes as they say.Everybody has one.I know in my heart when I have achieved something worthile and nobody can take it away.
Put a sitemeter on your blog and you can then monitor the traffic to your blog.It's cool to see anyway.
Thanks Sara,
Rob
didn't mean to imply anything horrible about your character.
HELLO FRIEND!!
Did you miss me?
I missed you!
In the hustle and bustle of getting into college and etc, I had forgotten about my poemster!
How sad am I?
I am very sad.
And very broke.
Poor me. :(
Love and fishies!
You know...my brother had a chemestry set and him, myself and my little sister had hours of fun catching butterflies and moths and worms to do surgery on. We played mad scientist out back for hours.
Yeah, I know it was sick but, at least we were exploring the scientific universe and not sitting infront of the tube all day.
;)
...state of intoxication...I like it but, it's not right
LOL
i'm a boy who had the misfortune of growing up like a lot of boys, with things like firecrackers and fishes, and the occasional frog and implements of sustained trajectory, like a baseball bat. i'm not really regretful of those things, but it's nothing that i'd ever repeat now. it's kinda nice to have that naive innocence of youth...
they were going to die anyway PB
again Peg's just smiling!
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