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i had this dream last week that we could all suddenly post pictures on blather. the only one i can remember is a gigantic high-heeled leg that nervously bounced up and down. it was made out of cut-up magazine pictures and cartoon hamburgers. get out of my brain, all of you.
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minnesota_chris the bouncing leg
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heh heh heh... I was just thinking about bouncing legs... Actually, I thought it would be fun, if I ever get around to blatherscrapbooking, to print pictures of people and write their blathers across their face... maybe in glitter pen or something.
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splinken
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do it with a labelmaker! labelmakers are awesome.
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i did a blather collage on the computre once. but then I ruined it and deleted it. !
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minnesota_chris
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my latest thought was to get lots of mirrors and write on them with colored permanent markers, with lots of blatherskites because they wash off of mirrors.
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phil
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tiger's coat stretched like a map turtle shell, without a turtle, blue black side and tail of a horse a wild boar jumping posterior of a naked woman laying, bent elbows, ankles flat a bat stopping in flight, wings spread out, filling your view, red splotches on it's face a snake, head held up, as if looking over orange spider, clinging to a messy web transforming into a large water drop in blackness splash onto an eye, sticking in one splattered shape bead chimp with a curved cane coming closer under the light myself, my breath passing hot out of my mouth limitless expanse, finite horizon buildings rising from the white floor into a sky feeling of hopelesness, hearing each word spoken to you as you write the images a light bulb, not blinding, glowing in darkness the stomach, as it is felt, scratched hair painfully tugged a sink, light blue, filled with the light of the window behind it the rest of the kitchen, the rollers and the wooden floor, the fridge posing swan skateboard the face you make the fences links, in front a hole filled with water in the concrete the roof of your car a foot kicking a football and a burning sensation in your crotch itching in your scalp and a kink in your stomach that tugs at your shoulder blade, on the opposite side the world in a fishbowl
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i wanted to share some of my blathes with someone who was too impatient to read anyone else's blathes. just wanted to read mine. i didn't want to just copy and paste it just anywhere. I wanted the precise navy_and_peacock_ blue of blather. i wanted it to be authentic. so I hit print screen, pasted it into Photoshop, cropped to the size of my blathe only. then e-mailed it.
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unknown
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oh to cleave the salmon so lightly as to make them think they are only dreaming of better days. forgetting that outside in makes no sense at all and in the end they will die anyway from lack of water. gasping.
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estarocks
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does anyone care if i make a blather collage out of people's blathes, w/ pix in backround? i would put ur names on them...probably call it "a picture is worth a 1000 words"
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pete
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but words are worth so much more than pictures...
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nom
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this word looks weird i think i'm tired
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u24
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i think i'm tired, too.
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what's it to you?
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