When I woke up and opened the front windows, I looked out into it and had to think for a moment: Was that smoke?
It wasn't. I was relieved.
I want smoke from barbecue, not from wildfires.
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- Chris Walsh (
chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh
chris_walsh
Fog
When I woke up and opened the front windows, I looked out into it and had to think for a moment: Was that smoke?
It wasn't. I was relieved.
I want smoke from barbecue, not from wildfires.
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“This is Capt. James T. Kirk of the Federation Starsh—” *boooom*
I got thinking of 1994’s Star Trek: Generations, enough to dig up the film’s trailer. It makes the movie feel small, which it honestly is. I’ve…
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Poetry, recited, on screen
Back in December 2016, I wrote this, called “Soup.” You can write poems about anything, and I decided to write a poem about soup. And because I…
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Out-Of-Context Theater.
“Luckily many [whales] know how to be gentle. “(This is somehow a real fact and not a detail of a Chuck Tingle novel.)”
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