Comments on: 55Friday: the compendious edition http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/ All that flavorful brownness in one savory packet Sat, 30 Nov 2013 11:11:28 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: PG http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/comment-page-1/#comment-234394 PG Sun, 15 Mar 2009 02:23:13 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=5669#comment-234394 <p>PG has been missing the Sepia And wants to get back with ya With thoughts on love for Ammama And glad to be done with W</p> <p>How are the Mutineers? When can I see you over beers? I want to hear your funny sneers At all the young NYC peers...</p> <p>Seriously, new meetup soon please?</p> PG has been missing the Sepia And wants to get back with ya With thoughts on love for Ammama And glad to be done with W

How are the Mutineers? When can I see you over beers? I want to hear your funny sneers At all the young NYC peers…

Seriously, new meetup soon please?

]]> By: spitfire http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/comment-page-1/#comment-234334 spitfire Fri, 13 Mar 2009 20:29:10 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=5669#comment-234334 <p>You look at someones age and you assume an experience, But how do you really know the course of their lifes events?</p> <p>Chemistry, history, and even an astrological sign, Is it really possible for all of it to align?</p> <p>Rules, games, good timing,luck and chance, When will I get my chance at true romance?</p> You look at someones age and you assume an experience, But how do you really know the course of their lifes events?

Chemistry, history, and even an astrological sign, Is it really possible for all of it to align?

Rules, games, good timing,luck and chance, When will I get my chance at true romance?

]]> By: backwash-fire http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/comment-page-1/#comment-234048 backwash-fire Wed, 11 Mar 2009 23:45:47 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=5669#comment-234048 <p>if family time is whats prescribed no objections from me or my tribe.</p> <p>Age, it's but always increasing yet sephora makes it damn deceiving.</p> <p>take it from me, who picked a girl with a nine year gap, things did unfurl.</p> <p>Because again, he believed personality was key rather she's lookin to shake the moolah tree.</p> if family time is whats prescribed no objections from me or my tribe.

Age, it’s but always increasing yet sephora makes it damn deceiving.

take it from me, who picked a girl with a nine year gap, things did unfurl.

Because again, he believed personality was key rather she’s lookin to shake the moolah tree.

]]> By: pingpong http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/comment-page-1/#comment-233954 pingpong Wed, 11 Mar 2009 04:13:02 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=5669#comment-233954 <p>Citigroup 50K</p> <p>Merrill Lynch 35K</p> <p>Circuit City 34K</p> <p>Nissan 20K</p> <p>NEC 20K</p> <p>Caterpillar 20K</p> <p>AngloAmerican 19K</p> <p>Panasonic 15K</p> <p>Alcoa 15K</p> <p>AT&T 12K</p> <p>UTC 11.6K</p> <p>Pioneer 10K</p> <p>GM 10K</p> <p>Boeing 10K</p> <p>DHL 9.5K</p> <p>SAS 9K</p> <p>Dell 8.9K</p> <p>Pfizer 8.3K</p> <p>Sprint Nextel 8K</p> <p>Sony 8K</p> <p>AstraZeneca 7.4K</p> <p>Merck 7.2K</p> <p>Macy 7K</p> <p>Home Depot 7K</p> <p>In memoriam: 401K</p> Citigroup 50K

Merrill Lynch 35K

Circuit City 34K

Nissan 20K

NEC 20K

Caterpillar 20K

AngloAmerican 19K

Panasonic 15K

Alcoa 15K

AT&T 12K

UTC 11.6K

Pioneer 10K

GM 10K

Boeing 10K

DHL 9.5K

SAS 9K

Dell 8.9K

Pfizer 8.3K

Sprint Nextel 8K

Sony 8K

AstraZeneca 7.4K

Merck 7.2K

Macy 7K

Home Depot 7K

In memoriam: 401K

]]> By: Lord of the Dings http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/comment-page-1/#comment-233811 Lord of the Dings Tue, 10 Mar 2009 03:15:56 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=5669#comment-233811 <p>Write flash fiction commanded the woman known as A.N.N.A. Flash. Fiction.Woman. These words bitch slapped me. Women’s Flashes were Fiction? They used it as an excuse to be bitchy and got away with it? As I got up to reveal this to the Internet, I saw it – a posse of pans accelerating in my direction</p> Write flash fiction commanded the woman known as A.N.N.A. Flash. Fiction.Woman. These words bitch slapped me. Women’s Flashes were Fiction? They used it as an excuse to be bitchy and got away with it? As I got up to reveal this to the Internet, I saw it – a posse of pans accelerating in my direction

]]> By: spitfire http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/comment-page-1/#comment-233740 spitfire Mon, 09 Mar 2009 17:33:02 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=5669#comment-233740 <p><i>@backwash-fire - Monday morning productivity goes down the drain...</i></p> <p>In/out, time well spent the way to go With friends, family, that help us grow..</p> <p>Age is nothing but a number, It does not ruin my slumber.</p> <p>Friday morning he woke up alone, Damn..she didn't sleep at his home!</p> <p>Rules are for fools father will say, Daughter struggles to not be led astray.</p> @backwash-fire – Monday morning productivity goes down the drain…

In/out, time well spent the way to go With friends, family, that help us grow..

Age is nothing but a number, It does not ruin my slumber.

Friday morning he woke up alone, Damn..she didn’t sleep at his home!

Rules are for fools father will say, Daughter struggles to not be led astray.

]]> By: Lupus Solitarius http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/comment-page-1/#comment-233696 Lupus Solitarius Mon, 09 Mar 2009 01:29:31 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=5669#comment-233696 <p>The wind rushed through my hair. Evil love blue diamond ghee toddy night sex jump osho garden barefooot kiss grass courage dragon mother history sweat silence orgasm metal green milk blood smell war cemetery river still lamp slow bile maya dog breeze soul sweat gun grave peace . The ground approached fast.I felt prepared. Thud!</p> The wind rushed through my hair. Evil love blue diamond ghee toddy night sex jump osho garden barefooot kiss grass courage dragon mother history sweat silence orgasm metal green milk blood smell war cemetery river still lamp slow bile maya dog breeze soul sweat gun grave peace . The ground approached fast.I felt prepared. Thud!

]]> By: onparkstreet http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/comment-page-1/#comment-233695 onparkstreet Mon, 09 Mar 2009 00:56:13 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=5669#comment-233695 <p>Well, everyone's voodoo is a little bit different, isn't it?</p> Well, everyone’s voodoo is a little bit different, isn’t it?

]]> By: onparkstreet http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/comment-page-1/#comment-233694 onparkstreet Mon, 09 Mar 2009 00:54:53 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=5669#comment-233694 <p>Each is 55 words, supposedly, my word count thing is fritzy</p> <p>I. Manjul remembered the exact moment she first saw the spinning inky black orb: in French class, the very middle of the lecture, the teacher looking at her, opening his mouth to speak. Instead of words falling out, delicately French, a black orb appeared in front of her teacher’s face and floated, hovered, in the air.</p> <p>II: Isn’t the world supposed to be contained in each grain of sand? Whole universes and things, thought Manjul, as the orb floated toward her. It stopped right in front of her nose and she forgot all about verbs and conjugations and anything to do with school. Well, hello, she whispered. Hello, who are you, exactly?</p> <p>III. The orb, tiny, dark, dense, compelling. It answered! In a language unlike French or English or Hindi, instead of words, little clicks, clickity-clickity, the orb spoke. Forget all of this and follow me home, it clicked. But, thought Manjul, this is my home, isn’t it? And she saw her street, her house, her room.</p> <p>IV. The spinning inky black orb expanded and contracted became silent. She could here the new language no more. All around her students chanted, in unison, words in French, real words, not clicks and not clacks. Only words. The teacher asked her to conjugate a verb. Click, shouted Manjul. Click-clack! Everyone looked at her in surprise.</p> Each is 55 words, supposedly, my word count thing is fritzy

I. Manjul remembered the exact moment she first saw the spinning inky black orb: in French class, the very middle of the lecture, the teacher looking at her, opening his mouth to speak. Instead of words falling out, delicately French, a black orb appeared in front of her teacher’s face and floated, hovered, in the air.

II: Isn’t the world supposed to be contained in each grain of sand? Whole universes and things, thought Manjul, as the orb floated toward her. It stopped right in front of her nose and she forgot all about verbs and conjugations and anything to do with school. Well, hello, she whispered. Hello, who are you, exactly?

III. The orb, tiny, dark, dense, compelling. It answered! In a language unlike French or English or Hindi, instead of words, little clicks, clickity-clickity, the orb spoke. Forget all of this and follow me home, it clicked. But, thought Manjul, this is my home, isn’t it? And she saw her street, her house, her room.

IV. The spinning inky black orb expanded and contracted became silent. She could here the new language no more. All around her students chanted, in unison, words in French, real words, not clicks and not clacks. Only words. The teacher asked her to conjugate a verb. Click, shouted Manjul. Click-clack! Everyone looked at her in surprise.

]]> By: veep http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2009/03/06/55friday_the_co/comment-page-1/#comment-233652 veep Sat, 07 Mar 2009 21:20:48 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=5669#comment-233652 <p>A success story of the new indian economy wanted to buy a car.. could afford the audi.. could afford the merc.. but the missus was the bright spark.. saw the congestion on the roads and then decided on the tata nano.. a matter of pride for india or a decision to be ashamed of ?</p> A success story of the new indian economy wanted to buy a car.. could afford the audi.. could afford the merc.. but the missus was the bright spark.. saw the congestion on the roads and then decided on the tata nano.. a matter of pride for india or a decision to be ashamed of ?

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