Some Word Slingers product from this morning's session and their associated prompt.
Greased pig?
Where can I find that?
Encoded in that phrase, some yesterdays, probably many, coming and going, peering out, returning again, disappearing again.
If you're not lost in the archive, you haven't really visited it.
Some yesterdays are huddling for warmth, while others are contrarian and loners.
Better to not make too many judgements, and just root around, the random walk, the drift, and leaving your wake to fractally assemble itself into... something. It's best not to get ahead of yourself.
That dog don't hunt.
Prompt: Holding on for yesterday (song title)
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It's a ball. It rolls, round and round.
Not just any ball, it's red and free and will certainly kill you, but in the meantime, have we got an adventure for you.
You don't have to squint anymore and the dollars seem to just keeping rolling in and vanishing (do the Martian canals really drain into subterranean bank accounts buried beneath the Swiss Alps)?.
Look up! Oops, did you drop this? It's mine now and I don't know how I got along without it. That red ball, that's opportunity and these giant silver Coors cans that look like reuseable rocket boosters are stuffed with cash.
Dedicated to Earth-bound visionary space oligarchs everywhere.
Prompt: Life On Mars (song title)
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Hard stop. Dark mode. Lean into it, future-focused.
Never mind someone's objective and key factors keep getting trod underfoot.
Has anyone seen a steamroller lately, or have they all been replaced by phantoms?
The horizon turns out to be the limit, to no one's surprise.
Prompt: Don't stop me now (song title)
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Am I ready for a brand new beat? You asking me, or telling me?
Streets? Sounds like another name for a cul de sac. Did I win anything?
Prompt: Dancing in the streets (song title)
