K. New game. Everyone writes a sentence. Here's the catch: you must use a word from the previous sentence to start your new sentence. The word doesn't have to be the first word in the new sentence, but it must be in the new sentence. Try to steer clear of articles and whatnot.

Ex. 1. The vase crashed to the floor with a loud crack.
    2. The floor was cold beneath my bare feet as I wondered into the kitchen.

Good luck!

sentence: The starry night smiled down upon my head as I wandered through the glowing meadow, allowing my passage into the dark, abysmal glade on the other side.

The glade plug in smelled fantastic.  (sorry, I wanted to be the first smartass)

(Loser.)

The fires burned within my soul like a plug sparking violently in the wall as I fumed angrily.

Kneeling, and peering through fumes of rage, I begged forgiveness of the foolishness that defines my moments.

Forgiveness was rendered before it was ever asked, for no sin was committed nor crime insured.

The radiant beauty rendered me helpless as my body surendered to her soul.

Beauty comes in all forms and fashions and is in the eye of the beholder.

Fashions may conform but no matter what she wears, I would like to behold her.   :D

*snickers* You clever little wench. Lol.

Conforming to society suits no one, so it is good you have your own sense of humor.

Sense the healing power of humor.

I can sense the world around me each and every single day, growing as I grow, weeping as I weep.

As day turns to night, my life into blight.

Night consumes all in one oblivious movement, enveloping me as I pray for love to come to me on airy wings and save me from my own insanity.

Love, right now, is an electic song bird pirched on telephone wires over one thousand miles singing it's son into my ear.

*blush* Thank you.

The songs I sing are only for an enchanting prince living in a tornado filled world across the lines woven through time.

Time is the battle that I must fight to rescue my princess from the decaying swamps of misery.

Misery consumes the little girl every single day of her life, but she grows stronger within each moment so she can one day sprout wings strong enough to fly away from her demons.

This thread grows longer with each post and has finally reached two pages.

I wish I could cross the threads of time and smack you for posting such a silly sentence.

Whatever you do, don't cross our legs, else my plans will fail.

My legs shall remain uncrossed for all pretense purposes b/c I love you.

My legs shall carry me, all of my days into yours.

Your kiss lingers upon my lips like a rising sun upon the dawn.

Rising like they sun, my . . . MIND brought this thread to a mature level again.

Nothing decays when love abounds, living ever-present within the tresses of our own minds and giddy hearts as the world takes on new meaning.

Meaning is a vaccant lot of words defined by men who needed things done.

Wouldn't your definition of other people's definitions be considered just the same? Lol.

But your definition wouldn't even be considered.  :lol:

Consideration would be nice in this situation, since I am doing such a fabulous job in this forum by keeping up with you. *grins*

This situation calls for nothing but your service . . . until the cuffs do us part.

Service is only valid to those who need it most.

Did you find that out when you requested a validation card?

I requested nothing of the sort since I provide no services unless I feel the utmost necessity is in play.

Play all you want, but when I cum around, you will be requesting a break.

I obviously like to play since I'm such a tease.

Would you like to play with me?

I would very much like to play but maybe not in the way you think. (hehe)

Maybe the day will end with a feeling of exhaustion . . . maybe not.

as the day dawned bright and clear the feelings i had were peaceful

Peacefull rays of light graced my skin as birds chirped in the early morning.

not needing the light my lamp threw across the room i swiched it off

The revelation of platic uses threw me for a loop.

securing the rope into a loop i threw it over the horse's head

They call the butchers knife the work horse of the kitchen.

The kitchen is my favorite place in the house, tis always sunny

Tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.

to be loved is the greatest thing in this lifetime

It takes a lifetime to learn the meaning of life.

life, to me, travel's in circles, never ending but not quite begining

Cirlces are damned hard ot draw free hand.