Define your tense, I suppose.
Is this something you are thinking or something you trip over, on your way to the fridge for a glass water?
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Ralph
(Sob) Help me! Someone!
Define your tense, I suppose.
Is this something you are thinking or something you trip over, on your way to the fridge for a glass water?
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Ralph
yeah. :I
OOOOKAY
In for a penny....
Tape it
cant
Film it
cant
Write it down
cant
Draw it
cant
Keep a running third person dialog in your head.
cant
Pretend your eyes are a camera
hold them open a little longer
and clinch them tight when you blink
cant
Ignore it
cant
Forget it cant distract yourself cant laugh at it cant
As my grandfather said to the man holding a bloody leash.
"What the hell possesed you to park your dog under my car tire"
He's dead now but I videotaped his funeral and he is buried with my favorite neck tie.
Worse yet I remembered a week later I had $50.00 stashed in it for emergencies.
I got lost driving to my grandmothers funeral and lead half the procession to a convenience store for directions and beer.
When you get lost while following a hearse and ten cars with flashing lights it's time to consider altering your point of view.
four of the six pall bearers were behind me.
I make movies what kind of answer do you expect?
If you have a filmmakers mind and are in some bad real life situation, you are in your element when things go to shit even if it doesn't seem like it at the time, you are used to looking at life with an enhanced perspective thinking steps ahead and faster than most people could ever want to and constantly turning your worst mistake into a recipe for keeping everyone else guessing until you can figure out how your mistake can be turned to your advantage.
other than that seek professional help or bury it standing on end and put a rock over it.
Hope that er um helps?
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Yes, that's what i thought too. But then i saw a dead horsie (it smelt bad)! It was you.....
You kept repeating your new dance steps, kicking yourself on the nut, breaking into spasm. And then the same procedure again. It was you man! And the milk was so good! I swear!
I chased you on an open field, then we took the bus home (my place).
I told you how i felt about you and you blushed, you know, like all cute horsies do.
Ralph: Maybe I'm just dozy but most of you're posts mystify me. What are you?
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