Some Word Slingers product from this afternoon's session and their associated prompts.
Tail between your legs, getting longer and longer, harder to flick out of the way, the pursuit grinding down while time to tripping accelerates.
"I think I've found a new SpIn - care to hear about?"
"SpIn? Cardio workout?"
"Special Interest, abbreviated as SpIn, s, p, capital I, lower case n, SpIn. Neurodivergent love lingo - I could go on and on."
"No need. Parallel Play and all that, got it"
The chase resumes, then peters out. The sun descends and holes the horizon, the flare fans out diluting distance. A light bulb goes off, then on and its noon again. Something to be said about circumnavigating one's room.
Kepler's tale comes to mind. The circle widens and wobbles, just a bit.
Prompt; Running in circles
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Upcycled, the dream fulfilled.
Unending blue jeans, from horizon to horizon, the sustainable web of hand-crafted crypto-marketing, fashion unleashed in algorithmic purity from forest floor to hi-rise board meeting.
Buck naked but upended, the blue jean reigns.
Prompt: Blue jeans
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Swimming-ly. How'd it go? Swimmingly. Swallow much?
The crawl, or scissors kick, doggy paddle or breast stroke.
Combat swimmer, yeah, it's a thing.
Aqua-culture to cool a Depression Era audience, your Esthers, our Williams, we agreed to be thrilled, dampened and relieved
Sadly, we paddle around now in an arid infotainosphere with thunderous choices sans the aqua-spectacle, reminiscing a glossy smile uplifting from beneath the manicured waves of the studio tank.
Prompt: Swimming
