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October 4, 2006

10.04.06

You have synesthesia. What's your world like?

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Sounds Like……:

Synesthesia, synesthesia,….fuck. Synesthesia, sy-nes-thes-ia, syn-es-the-si-a, I don’t even know what that means. God, I hate looking stupid. Synesthesia, give me a break. Is this even a real word? Who comes up with this crap?

I’d bet it was Mary or Lynn. They’re the smart ones. They made "Ecclesiastes" look easy. My old stand by, for Christ sake - boy did they see it coming.

Synesthesia. I’d like to synesthesize those two.

I hate this game! I wish we’d played pictionary instead.

Well only one thing to do. Stand up, hold up one finger, pull my ear and point at Lynn.

Posted by: Kasac at October 4, 2006 11:18 AM · Permalink

Yeah, I'm going to wimp out and go with a robot story.

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 4, 2006 12:24 PM · Permalink

My story is about having the word synesthesia in the game charades. Maybe nobody else remembers the universal sign for "sounds like".

Sorry, it's lame

Posted by: Kasac at October 4, 2006 12:37 PM · Permalink

No, it's fine. At least you made the attempt. :)

Posted by: Stacy at October 4, 2006 12:38 PM · Permalink

21st Century Moll:

Sex feels like music to her. A violin solo, usually, with most of her tricks. A bass guitar if they guy gets rough. A complicated fugue when she's home, with her girlfriend.

She handles all the cash for this neighborhood's Syndicate. Just looks at it, carefully. Counterfeits are usually too purple, and a set of marked bills with their adjacent serial numbers can make the whole pile turn pink.

There's probably a thousand just like her out there, and more coming out of the vats each day. The mob wouldn't let a set of genes this useful go to waste.

Posted by: Jeff R. at October 4, 2006 2:21 PM · Permalink

Very well done!

Posted by: Stacy at October 4, 2006 4:14 PM · Permalink