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charisstomaThis started with this in a comment to frogs of war:
“How odd about the purple balloons. Dark purple is a royal color.
Such a fuss about colors. The world is made of all of them. Celebrate people.”
I’m a sick, sick person.
Author: charisstoma
Rating: No idea.
Word count: 151
Dark purple is a royal color or once it was. Royal Blue was once too, ergo the name. Scarlet stood for bravery, the blood of heroes lost in a cause. White was purity, now it’s an unwritten page.
Such a fuss about colors. The world is made of all of them. In uniqueness are we all different except when we are all in a crowd with our strings tethered together. Then we rub together. The sounds as we bump against each other a carrying vibrating hollow, announcing that we are boinking each other if the voyeurs will listen. Some do and some find amusement watching us do it too. Some will rub us, making us more attractive. The static of our wanting easy to feel when close to our skin.
We do not care about color or size or patterns. We are alike. If you prick us, do we not pop?
Title: Balloons
“How odd about the purple balloons. Dark purple is a royal color.
Such a fuss about colors. The world is made of all of them. Celebrate people.”
I’m a sick, sick person.
Author: charisstoma
Rating: No idea.
Word count: 151
Dark purple is a royal color or once it was. Royal Blue was once too, ergo the name. Scarlet stood for bravery, the blood of heroes lost in a cause. White was purity, now it’s an unwritten page.
Such a fuss about colors. The world is made of all of them. In uniqueness are we all different except when we are all in a crowd with our strings tethered together. Then we rub together. The sounds as we bump against each other a carrying vibrating hollow, announcing that we are boinking each other if the voyeurs will listen. Some do and some find amusement watching us do it too. Some will rub us, making us more attractive. The static of our wanting easy to feel when close to our skin.
We do not care about color or size or patterns. We are alike. If you prick us, do we not pop?
Title: Balloons
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Date: 2011-03-08 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-09 12:54 am (UTC)The comment to frogs of war was due to a grandfather being uncomfortable that his young grandson asked him to buy him a "purple" balloon.
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Date: 2011-03-09 01:00 am (UTC)(I'm not that innocent)
I just read this as a beautiful piece about intolerance. And then I reread and it dawned on me. I'm a bit slow...
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Date: 2011-03-09 02:04 am (UTC)You're not slow. You're suffering from meiosis of your brain cells. You give half to your baby and both of you need to regrow the other half. Understandably, the baby doesn't find this as debilitating as it is for the mother.