hyperbole (52)in #writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Earth and lightbulbsSometimes I like to just let my brain be. Instead of all the nonsense that usually fills it, or any of that…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Floury wordsWhen flowery words start to fail you, try some floury words instead. Speak of bread in its rich simplicity, speak of…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Good days, bad days, and lying to myselfOn my good days I wonder what I can do for the world, for people around me, and in general for those in need. I…hyperbole (52)in #life • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.What's wrong with fairy tale beginnings?Once upon a time, though I don’t really understand how something can be upon a time, or that what follows only…hyperbole (52)in #crazy • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.I'm ... ConfusedYesterday a friend asked me to take the enneagram test , and down the rabbit hole I went. Me being who I am, I…hyperbole (52)in #life • 6 years agoAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Sorry 'bout that. I started typing a post, a fun little writing…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.ObsessionsAlright, so… food? Always food. I just don’t understand why people think I’m obsessed, I just think about food…hyperbole (52)in #crazy • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Talking wallsThe boy turned and stared at the wall. And the wall stared back. And spoke. ”What are you staring at?” The…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Peanut Butter - Part 2It seems I’ve finally been corrupted. I generally don’t like to do serials, mostly to avoid the word – we try not to…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.closed eyesI close my eyes, then open them again. Now why on earth did I do that? Why, exactly, was I closing my eyes like…hyperbole (52)in #dropintheocean • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Foggy windowsI sat up, blinked, wiped my eyes. Glanced at the window... what the? Why is it so unclear? I want to be able to see…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Monologue, DialogueI was thinking to myself the other day (obviously, who else would I think to? One of those other idiots out there…hyperbole (52)in #humor • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Peanut ButterThe room seemed dark, uninviting. Twelve figures sat around a table, each somehow shaded from the light, and each…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agoBad things and other various goings on in the asylum I like to call "my mind" because some idiot decided it was a good idea to nominate me for Comedy Open Mic Round # 39 (2 idiots actually)even though I already played so I figured I'd drag this title outDon’t you just love it when bad things happen? No, not to you, to other people! … What? You expected me to…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Druid BunnyThis is David. Was David. Will be David. Whatever, he gets confused about the tenses. They're a bit too tense for…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Weird dimensionsHave you ever turned to yourself and said... One moment. How exactly are you supposed to turn to yourself? I feel…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Writing, walls, casesI want to write, but if I want to get this right, I think I have to read the writing on the wall. I think there’s a…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.RiteI'm surprised really. No, more than surprised, I'm shocked. Why… Why? Why did you do it, how did you do it, what did…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Cartoons physics, Godly facesThe other day I turned to John and asked him "John? Do you know that you don't exist?" He was quite shocked to hear…hyperbole (52)in #writing • 6 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.MeanderingsWhen you look into the great beyond, you'll find that it stares back, that you gaze on naught but yourself. How…
