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Showing posts with label synesthesia sentence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label synesthesia sentence. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Synesthesia Sentence, 24 june 09

Ah, Saturday afternoons on Hampstead Heath in the summer: long walks as the kids dart through the sky strapped to their jetpacks, trying desperately to keep their kites under control.
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Synesthesia Sentence, 24 june 09

An argument that started off as a stupid joke - that him with a modern racquet could beat Ivan Lendl with a wooden one - turned so ugly and twisted that years later she pinpointed it as the moment that she knew the relationship wouldn't last.
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Synesthesia Sentence, 24 june 09

The Bob Dylan lookalike was so desperate for adventure that when he stepped into the teleporter he had completely forgotten about the sleeping goat in his rucksack.
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Synesthesia Sentence, 24 june 09

As he sat in the service station cafe waiting for his fried breakfast, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed that he ever believed cycling himself to death was a real possibility.
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Synesthesia Sentence, 24 june 09

A sleeping baby is carried gently through town on a river of marching ants.
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Synesthesia Sentence, 23 June 09

He remembered the adrenaline and fear flooding his body as the bull thrashed wildly through the underground station, before sudden shock and pity as it was electrocuted and the train hit.
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Synesthesia Sentence, 23 June 09

The spider has human skin, flaking like eczema, and its eight legs look like long fingers with three or four extra knuckles.
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Synesthesia Sentence, 23 June 09

A postcard taped to a lollipop stick was a good enough flag to begin with.
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Synesthesia Sentence, 30 June 09

Daisy was hot and irritated amongst a busy crowd when a fart from someone close hit her nostrils with force, and for reasons she couldn't quite pinpoint the smell evoked a happy childhood memory of a school trip to a butterfly farm.
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Synesthesia Sentence, 23 June 09

A man, covered entirely in mud, sits alone at a dining chair in a pristine mansion house, eating an apple.
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