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Tumbleweeds. Crickets. Lonely.

By  The Capt'n, at 10:01 AM  

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By  Anonymous, at 10:53 AM  

Capt'n, I second that emotion. poor Gree C is having a communication breakdown. Do you know Morse Code?

By  Anonymous, at 11:14 AM  

No, peeds, but I do practice what's known as the Psychic Page. It really works, and is particularly useful when our other modes have a breakdown. Closer proximity (same city, or even same country) seems to enable a stronger signal.

By  The Capt'n, at 11:32 AM  

Gree C, we gotta have another pow wow. Just logistics and stuff. Do you have anything fancy to wear in 90˚+ heat?

By  The Capt'n, at 11:36 AM  

Uh, hello, what happened to Psychic Page? You should know what Gree C has available in her closet.

By  Anonymous, at 11:42 AM  

Disclaimer:

Psychic Page™ does not guarantee it's effectiveness in regards to knowing the contents of others' closets.

By  The Capt'n, at 12:07 PM  

That's actually a relief to me. Whew.

By  Anonymous, at 12:18 PM  

Girl my psychic powers have been buzzing like a bug on a lightbulb
I can pull something totally respectable and fancy for the events I promise even if I have to go to drastic measures-my sister
I'll only sort of look like a lesbian at a wedding
I have cute shows so I'm more than half way there
I'll call you more than 50 times today I just got my new phone in the mail
this photo reminds me of the trip we took across the country in that drive away car when we tried to take the tent out of the trunk in 80 mph winds in the desert and after 1 minute got a motel room
counting the minutes until you get here

By  Anonymous, at 10:00 AM  

sometimes it's hard to be a tumbleweed
running away from other tumbleweed love
oh come closer tumbleweed
oh come closer tumbleweed
by the time you get here
the truck will run us over

sometimes it's hard to live up to romeo and juliet's love
especially when you're a tumbleweed

By  Ali, at 11:15 AM  

Ali, thank you. Modern love lives again.

By  The Capt'n, at 1:25 PM  

A lesbian at a wedding???
Mary who you kidding? Who you think you talking to? I just meant dressy, not straight. Hoolie ain't no passing looking girl, either. And I'm just gonna straight up look like a man at a wedding in a traditional Turkish village. The bride's best friend is a big old Queen Mary who is giving us all a Turkish dance lesson beforehand. Just so you know.
Just call me.

By  The Capt'n, at 1:32 PM  

Ali, you're so right on. It does look like the one tumbleweed is running away from the tumbleweed love of the other tumbleweed.

Gree C, I remember the tent in the wind storm. I also remember the guy in the drive thru coffee stand in Tennessee or somewhere who said, "Ma'mm, it's called a La-tay."

By  The Capt'n, at 1:35 PM  

Gree C, please wear your Teva sandals WITH SOCKS and make sure you have you Gaylord Rehabilitation fanny-pack. The rest is up to you.

By  Anonymous, at 2:30 PM  

Peeds I'll be wearing the FANCY socks WITH the FANCY shoes don't you worry

Girl what you talkin about passing-most days I just try and pass as someone who doesn't walk out the house with a giant carrot juice mustache

Ali for me I see the little tumbleweed running after the bigger tumbleweed-its at that awkward stage when it doesn't know whether it is in love with the bigger tumbleweed or want to be the bigger tumbleweed-later it will realize that neither were true

ps your poem was so dense I'm still digesting it

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