Spectators gathered
In the alley.
There seemed to be an
Impromptu play happening
About noise, with a catch–
There were no words.
Mimes conveyed a bitter,
Twisted drama
To an enthralled crowd.
The mimes writhed
And expressed every
Sick, tortured emotion
With their graceful bodies
And supple faces.
Finally, the one killed the other
For gesturing too loudly;
It was not a match
Made in silent heaven.
This is good. Match made in silent heaven or not!
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Thanks! 😀
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Pleasure
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About noise but silent–that is a good match.
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Thanks 🙂
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Nice! Also: glad you didn’t fall into a chasm or anything yesterday.
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Thanks x 2! I felt the first one and Gatsby was concerned. He went to hide in my shoe closet. But last night I was out for a walk in Irvine and didn’t feel anything. A man I passed said hey the cars are shaking, but I just figured he was high.
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Nice one.
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Thanks 🙂
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Dayum Paula, that was a noisy death! In a very quiet way!
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Heh! 😀
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Gurgle ….
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I just learned that the Pokémon for Europe is a mime-looking thing. Which is funny. Not funny: That all things French are treated as “universal” for all things European. *shrug*
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Strange.
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