Monday, June 9, 2014

PROJECT OTTER

so i got bored looking at my post. Its stagnation on the blog gave off a wretched odor that my blogging olfactory senses could no longer bear. The revitalization of NIMM will require chronic creativity, thus I offer PROJECT OTTER.  

Now for a quick update on Idaho and I. Things are going better. I feel more useful to my coworkers which may be an idol of mine. Needing prayer that I starting attending a church. Haven't yet gone to one of the few churches here(our selection in includes Baptists, Episcopal, Assembly of God, Nazarene, United Methodist.) I've been tired from lack of sleep. But I'm also really excited for a 1970 road bike I bought from Ebay. 

Back to PROJECT OTTER!! Here's what I'm asking of y'all, my talented brothers. Write one or two verses. Could be prose, poetry, stream-of-babbling, or if your like Michael random hyperbole. Post it in the comments. I'll post mine the comments by the end of the week, if y'all could too then we can start PHASE II of PROJECT OTTER!!

Love y'all
Nathan

PS An even better idea is for each of us to start a PROJECT. Be thinking

PPS Gals you can participate too. just don't destroy us

9 comments:

  1. Dear Nathan, beginner of Project Otter,
    You really picked a very good starter.
    Verses and rhymes are totally my thing
    As long as you don't destroy me!

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    Destroy is a word used to pull us apart
    So in a verse, prose or Hyperbole start
    Me thinks we all want to keep tight
    So, here's a small one to help us out of this blight.

    Yours ever true and humble,
    The bumble.E

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  2. Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    When I feel down
    I think about you

    And the cool water thru my fingers
    How we talked without a care
    We would run thru the graveyard
    and disturb the occupants there

    We left our worries at the top
    as into the valley we drove.
    Summer here we come!!

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    1. PS....I'm horrible at rhyming thus the crutch of the beginning lines...
      PPS....please don't think i'm incredibly sappy.... :D

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  3. speak back
    though it just be gibberish
    in silence we won't
    ever heal

    lean in
    cause though i have
    no remedy
    we now have memories
    that are already dear

    oh my heart
    speak up
    aren't you weary of
    silence, your thoughts
    aren't too precious
    to loose

    PHASE FLAMINGO of PROJECT OTTER
    will be coming after submissions are complete

    PS thanks Ellie and Sarah for starting us off!!

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  4. I remember your jeans rolled up past your knees
    Sparks from the fire catching on your skin
    We played cards until our eyes pull shut
    And taste our salty lips as morning dawns

    Ocean-foam memories warm my chest
    And I don’t feel alone
    I’ll take the things that I love best
    Bury them deep inside my bones

    It’s still snowing in the middle of June
    Trapped inside my cardboard life
    I tried my best to hold on to you
    But only watched you fly away

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  5. I remember your jeans rolled up past your knees
    Sparks from the fire catching on your skin
    We played cards until our eyes pull shut
    And taste our salty lips as morning dawns

    Ocean-foam memories warm my chest
    And I don’t feel alone
    I’ll take the things that I love best
    Bury them deep inside my bones

    It’s still snowing in the middle of June
    Trapped inside my cardboard life
    I tried my best to hold on to you
    But only watched you fly away

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  6. Thanks everyone who wrote!! I have "reunion" gift for everyone that will be posted here soon... like really soon. please write some verses if you haven't yet.

    Micah, i was -literally- moved by your words

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    1. I thought Kawika was Isaac? You, literally...Pause for affect. Broke my heart.

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    2. Dude you're right... i lost my mind...-hey here it is!

      sorry again to all the Wangs...

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