Thread: Random Thought Thread
02-04-2015, 10:16 PM #49241An argument is two people sharing their ignorance.
A discussion is two people sharing their understanding, even when they disagree.
02-04-2015, 10:17 PM #49242
- Join Date
- Oct 2013
William Travis just turned over in his grave.
02-04-2015, 11:52 PM #49243
02-05-2015, 02:32 AM #49244
It's ridiculous how just the thought of getting dressed is actually one of the major reasons I don't go to lectures some days.
02-05-2015, 05:49 AM #49245
Apparently we're about to get more snow than ever in the last 16 years.
02-05-2015, 08:03 AM #49246
I have just realised that my phone has been calling its self my life companion ....... on the other hand its still the best relationship I’ve ever had. touché Samsung touchéAt the time they cut me free. I was brimming with defiance. Doctors looking down on me. Breaking every law of science.
How'd I ever end up here? A latent strain of color blindness. Then it seemed to dawn on me. Haemoglobin is the key
02-05-2015, 09:02 AM #49247
02-05-2015, 11:20 AM #49248
Since I started weight training, it feels like the earth's gravity is exerting more pull than normal.WOOP WOOP WOOP
02-05-2015, 02:28 PM #49249
02-05-2015, 03:32 PM #49250
- Join Date
- Oct 2014
writing assignment: write about your childhood in past tense.
I remember childhood summers at my grandma’s house. We would run through her yard and see tomatoes, grape vines, and fire flies. We walked barefoot all over the neighborhood. The grass on the sole of our feet felt divine and the warm concrete warmed our bones to the core.
The sun was as brightest as it ever was or could be. These were the days of the first kiss and finding playboys thrown out in the dumpsters. We had to watch ourselves at the park. There were broken bottles here and there and a giant manhole was placed adjacent to the Chicago River.
The smell of summer was as beautiful as anything. We smashed flowers on our hands and brushed our fingertips under our nostrils – god bless us. That was part of the overall scent of summer, just a small part too. There woodsy odors by the pine trees that grew brains out the side. They were really spots of fungus on the side of the bark but they looked eerily like brains. We were afraid to touch them.
Some whiffs were not so pleasant. We caught whiffs of bums, dog shit, and indiscernible stenches. But they too were pleasing as pungent props on a glorious backstage of a summer season. Broken bottles, playboys, kisses, hide and seek were all wonderful sites to behold like the Grand Canyon especially after a brutal Chicago winter and in light of the hours we spent indoors hibernating."i shut the door and in the morning
it was open
Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.
Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.