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Joined: Dec 2002
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Writers Block
i had this dream one night where i was walking along an urban street and i came across a few bookstores and coffeehouses next to each other and there was a sign that said "Welcome to Writers Block"
i go to this poetry reading there and the featured poet hands me this sheet with bumps on it and then gets up on stage and stands in complete silence for 45 minutes when she was done, i went up to her and said "what is this?" she said "thats brail, the audience is blind" i said "yeah, but they're not deaf. they wouldve been able to hear you read" she says "OH..........i didn't think of that" and then one of blind men says "poets on writers block have been out of touch with their audience for years"
so i went next door to this ADULT bookstore and this wise older woman tries to convince me to buy this pen in the shape of a dildo i said "what am i gonna do with that?" she says "we women around here refer to our pussy as The Article, and we love a man whose good with his pen" so i brought the pen thats shaped like a dildo
i then go into the coffeehouse and strike up a conversation with this other writer about why men always have to do the hunting for women. he takes out this half empty bottle and this half empty cup and says "the bottle is the man and the cup is the woman and the liquid inside is their hearts. now their hearts are not gonna be complete until they find each other" and then he asks me how i would go about doing that.
so i told him that i would pour the bottle into the cup. he says "why not the other way around?" and i reply "less chance of a spill" and he says "exactly...... see when a woman pours her heart into a man it just gets broken and most of it spills on the floor, but when a man pours his heart into the woman, the woman accepts ALL of him."
so im thinking "wow, that makes perfect sense" and i give the guy my number cause i think this is a man i can learn from and im gonna want to refer to him in the future. and his eyes light up and i realize that....... i just gave my number to this guy with a pen that's shaped like a dildo, so i went "whoooaaa"
i woke up just then may i never see Writers Block again
"Writing gives me a shoulder to cry on, so that when Im around those who would give me their shoulder to cry on, I can use it to laugh instead"
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Joined: Jun 2002
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I disliked the adult bookstore section so that I honestly did not want to post a response except to tell you that the symbolism in this story is profoundly good.
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Some dream! I like the idea.
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