[stylist] CK prompt response

[Lynda Lambert]

OH, I loved this! Nickelback is my favorite group - envision me riding 
around in a white Escalade, all windows down, roof open, with Nickleback on 
the CD player, turned up as loud as it can go, and singing along at the top 
of my voice - riding around Erie, Pennsylvania on a hot July afternoon. This 
was a couple years ago and my daughter was driving - she goes to the 
Nickleback concert  every year.

I love where this poem goes as it moves through the actions and thoughts of 
the personna. Manic! Frenzied!
Like the beat of the base in the music. Loved it.

Lynda



----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Chris Kuell" <ckuell at comcast.net>
To: "Stylist" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Tuesday, February 12, 2013 10:11 AM
Subject: [stylist] CK prompt response


> Okay, I fudged a little and used the song lyric starting with the second 
> line, but I felt I needed the first line for setting the scene. And, go 
> ahead and feel free to poke fun of me for using a Nickelback song (my kids 
> do), but I picked the number 7, and this is the song that came up on my 
> ipod. All comments welcome.
>
>
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> Are We Having Fun Yet?
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> By Chris Kuell
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> Large, pale green letters glow brightly on the surface of the monitor.
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> Never made it as a wise man
>
> I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
>
> Tired of living as a blind man
>
> I'm sick of sighing without a sense of feeling
>
> And this is how you remind me
>
> Of how I really am
>
> This is how you remind me
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> Of what I really am
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> It's not like you to say sorry
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> I was waiting on a different story
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> This time I'm mistaken
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> For handing you a heart worth breaking
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> I've been wrong, I've been down
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> To the bottom of every bottle
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> These five words in my head
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> Scream- Are we having fun yet?
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>
>
> I lean forward, clutch my old friend Jack Daniels shakily and take a long 
> pull. I put it down on the edge of my mouse pad, where the bottle  spins 
> slowly, then topples down and splashes sweet whiskey all over my desk and 
> keyboard. Shit. Oh well, I guess it is only what I deserve, Useless drunk. 
> This is how, you remind me.
>
>
>
> I want to pick up the bottle, but instead I stare intently at the flowing 
> liquid. The liquor courses through the keyboards like a downhill slalom 
> skier. Zigging around the p then a quick right at the semi-colon.
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>
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> I glance up at the monitor, taking a full second to focus. With great 
> effort, I can make the red letters of the clock coalesce into the numerals 
> 11:48 PM. The house is quiet, she isn't home yet. No phone calls, no 
> warning, no nothing. A ham and potatoes dinner waiting on a plate for her 
> in the kitchen, more than 5 hours cold. I nearly tossed it around 9, but 
> couldn't bring myself to do it. What a doormat. Are we having fun yet?
>
>
>
> I manage to hit the delete key. Mister computer, not trusting my judgment 
> on this, asks me if I'm sure I want to delete? I miss the enter key for 
> yes and get the backspace, but I get it on the second try. Drivle erased. 
> These words in my head, I put them down and life goes on. Where is she? I 
> can guess. I almost called there a half dozen times. My fingers find their 
> way to the wet home keys and type - I may be stupid, but I'm not a dweeb. 
> I'm just a sucker with no self-esteem.
>
>
>
> I lean forward and put my lips down on my desktop. Puckering up, I slurp 
> up the spilled whiskey in what I call the Hoover maneuver. Not bad, I get 
> a shots' worth, and this makes me smile. Then, I imagine her, with him. 
> And, this is how you remind me, of how I really am.
>
>
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> The tear burns as the salt in my eyes collects and concentrates on 
> irritating the swollen blood vessels. The pain is sharp and welcomed.
>
>
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> Who am I kidding? I'll never make a buck at this, I'm just wasting my 
> time. Cold ham on a plate, whiskey on the keyboard. Putting down dreams of 
> whom and where I'd rather be. Wasting my life.
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> Are we having fun yet?
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> Note: Some lyrics were plagiarized in part from the songs - How You Remind 
> Me by the group Nickelback and Self Respect" by the group OffSpring
>
>
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