Eponymous Steaming Mugshot
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Open the bag, use your best scoop.
Prepare your keyboard and your mill. Each bean is a notion, an image, a memory. An inspiration.
Grind the words in bursts, then pour the fragmented syllables, letters, and phonemes into the basket.
In goes the hot water. Ninety-eight degrees of formation.
In goes the plunger.
Wait for it. Smell the aroma.
Down goes the plunger, all the way down. Grounds, for dismissal.
Pour it out. Slowly, appreciatively. Joyously. The pleasure is coming.
The tiny cup is nearly full. Now the milk. The production of your imagination and skill and interests, applied with pressure and steam to the matrix of language.
Stir. Savor.
Because you deserve bliss. And because we all revel in your creations.
Enjoy.
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slapdashmonuments
~curtsy~ Why, thank you. I was pleased to see that one emerge from the typing fingers as I was writing it, it leapt joyfully into the fray. Thank you for noticing it.
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lacrimae rerum
This was great. I was totally figuratively jumping up and down as I read it. Thank you for writing such an amazing piece.
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