tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post115896396888695549..comments2023-12-26T22:01:53.402-05:00Comments on The Synchronicity of Indeterminacy: Indeterminacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159523064654168702006-09-29T05:44:00.000-04:002006-09-29T05:44:00.000-04:00No self respecting boy woud ever kiss a girl you c...No self respecting boy woud ever kiss a girl you can get cooties! The ice creem sounds nice!The Boy from S.A.C.A.D.A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03807289491286703054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159521144300591842006-09-29T05:12:00.000-04:002006-09-29T05:12:00.000-04:00Your story reminds me of when I used to eat those ...Your story reminds me of when I used to eat those orange creamsicle ice cream bars. If kisser tasted like that, mmmm!Tom & Icyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02184377353312923689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159485002253257272006-09-28T19:10:00.000-04:002006-09-28T19:10:00.000-04:00Fisherman's Friend is not a breathmint, it's a thr...Fisherman's Friend is not a breathmint, it's a throat lozenge. It's not supposed to appeal to anyone, including the sucker sucking on one. :)The Mushroomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13466433750698090728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159444166379583262006-09-28T07:49:00.000-04:002006-09-28T07:49:00.000-04:00Anonymous:I thought your story was highly poetic -...Anonymous:<BR/>I thought your story was highly poetic - never suspected how it would end. I like girls who are strange.Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159441962259944372006-09-28T07:12:00.000-04:002006-09-28T07:12:00.000-04:00Mushroom: My first story ever was about Fishermen'...Mushroom: My first story ever was about Fishermen's Friends, those breathmints, and how awful they are.<BR/><BR/>Doug: I was thinking siblings, too. (I wrote two different stories before coming up with the third, that at least meets my indeterminacy standards, whatever those are).<BR/><BR/>Cooper: I think I might be in my second childhood.<BR/>----<BR/><BR/>Will post my story tonight after polishing.Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159426203745862292006-09-28T02:50:00.000-04:002006-09-28T02:50:00.000-04:00Thanks everyone for stopping by - I've been really...Thanks everyone for stopping by - I've been really swamped this week with work, but I think I will be able to post my story tonight. <BR/><BR/>Jay: Thanks also for your comment here - at first I thought it was a caption for the photo, which was nice and reflective, but my muse told me probably referred to bringing out my historical writings.<BR/><BR/>Anonymous: I'm afraid to read your story until I post mine, because it will make me want to throw it away and start over. So whoever you are (I know actually ;-) thanks!)Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159417615585963492006-09-28T00:26:00.000-04:002006-09-28T00:26:00.000-04:00Yes, resurrections of this kind are necessary..Yes, resurrections of this kind are necessary..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159394631303891912006-09-27T18:03:00.000-04:002006-09-27T18:03:00.000-04:00People came from all around to see the world's fir...People came from all around to see the world's first set of fraternal conjoined twins.Doug The Unahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159309876017487332006-09-26T18:31:00.000-04:002006-09-26T18:31:00.000-04:00Three on a match is bad luck, they say.Two on a br...Three on a match is bad luck, they say.<BR/>Two on a breathmint is good luck unless one has a cold.The Mushroomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13466433750698090728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159260178673202352006-09-26T04:42:00.000-04:002006-09-26T04:42:00.000-04:00He wasn't quite sure that he really should do it, ...He wasn't quite sure that he really should do it, but after all, he had nothing to loose. After weeks of misery and desperation he had to do something to end this condition. It was the first time a girl broke his heart. Before that he was always the one to leave first, but then it stroke him, and it stroke heard & deep, like never before - she was the one, he new that, or believed it then. That's why he became careless, let her approach to far into his inner self and then crash him to pieces. Danny - his best friend - couldn't bare to look at him like this anymore. Hence he told him about this girl in the orange house. It was standing on the grounds of the municipal botanic garden, surrounded with orange trees, orange-colored gerberas, roses and irises. Some said, she was a witch, others, that she was a fairy. Most didn't believe in the stories told about her and just thought, she was strange. But Danny was desperate, he wanted his best friend back, the way he was before, not in this heartbroken state of mind and persuaded him to go to her. So there he was, standing in front of the orange house, amid aroma of ripe oranges and fragrance of flowers. Finally he went inside. She was already waiting. Somehow she reminded him of his girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend actually and the more he looked at her the more the resemblance grew. He couldn't abstain himself from kissing her, so he did. After a long, wet and breathtaking kiss he felt nothing. He gazed at her - she looked different now. "What happened?" With a smile she took his hand and led him outside into the garden. There she showed him an orange iris. "Your heartache must have been really strong, the iris is almost glowing orange." "But why do i feel so strange now?" "To get rid of your broken heart you had to abdicate love forever, now it will bloom in my garden, with all the others - there is nothing without a prize."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1159031318189864992006-09-23T13:08:00.000-04:002006-09-23T13:08:00.000-04:00It was worth a resurrection.It was worth a resurrection.Jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13158409505328990008noreply@blogger.com