Last week was rather busy, so I requested an extension to perform a catch-up assignment, as well as this week’s challenge aural issued by the ever diligent school marm dressed in the oh so sexy extra short plaid skirt. Mona, allow me to express my gratitude for your attire from my POV, a mere eight inches from the floor. Meeeeoooow, Baby!
Last week’s inspiration was Visual. Both conceptual topics are too divine to pass up.
Visual:
My boredom stems interacting with those who see with only their eyes.
Minds detached, and thoughts confined to the square footage available on a packet of artificial sweetener. When do people discontinue utilizing minds, hearts and imaginations to complete the picture? Are these adverse effects to the onset of puberty?
Look to the clouds, for elaborate landscapes. Experience the wonder of sensuality on the petals of a flower, and run your fingertips along the bark of trees, completely seeing the soul of me.
Aural:
Hovering over my cup of coffee, I listen to the chatter of assorted waitresses speaking in tongues. Their language is mixture of southern hospitality, waffle-ease, and dried up song lyrics. The click of cheap silverware being laid out on thin napkins, almost overpowers the low chug chug chug of the orange juice fountain in the corner.
Efficiency borders on militant, but hospitality carefully conceals its sharp edges, reassuring regular diners. A bastardized version of traditional country music streams from the jukebox and echos lightly off the black and white tile. The bottom of my coffee cup is never exposed to the glare of the florescent lights overhead. Harsh, yet comforting in familiarity.
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