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by Belinda Roddie The blarfenburgers are very good this season. Their meat is very tender, and they leave your intestines dancing for joy. Blarfens are raised in herds along the shores of Griffenmarf. They are considered a delicacy because they don't procreate much and they die quickly and very young. It might explain the deliciousness of their flesh - once you strip the spikes and fur away, of course. They sort of look like a cross between a yak and a stegosaurus. Beautiful, tasty creatures. If you are from Griffenmarf, you should know that blarfenburgers go very well with a pint of Nibbergribber Stout. Nibbergribbers are, of course, a blarfen's favorite thing to eat. The beans are harvested to make the stout rich and filling. It will also make you laugh. And remember things. And dream very strange, vivid, colorful dreams. This week's prompt was provided by Arden Roddie.

Happy Saturday! No OneWord update on the website today, I'm afraid.

This week. Oh, good  Lord,  this week. I just...where do I even start? Do I even  want  to start? Beginning with a record-breaking tragedy in Las Vegas (and not a good record to break, either), my week ultimately culminated in a string of dramatic moments and altercations at my job, leaving me no choice but to make incredibly tough decisions regarding some of my students. Said decisions will ultimately cause an inevitable administrative mess, so that does  miracles  for my anxiety. Speaking of which, don't watch the "White Bear" episode of  Black Mirror  if your anxiety's already on the fritz. Seriously. That story was  fucked up. But at least there's a light at the end of this very, very dark tunnel. I got to see my wife play Hippolyta and a velociraptor-fairy (you had to be there) in  A Midsummer Night's Dream,  so that was fun. Tomorrow, I'ma get my hairs cut in my hometown and see my family. And Sunday is - you might ha...

The Week From Hell by Belinda Roddie Satan got seven days of fun. He drank Moscato, too.

She was a juvenile delinquent, a criminal at sixteen. She was a fraudster, an embezzler, and a con artist all at the age of sixteen. She had managed to steal fifteen million dollars from American citizens, through tricks and schemes - all at the young, adolescent age of sixteen. And she was to be tried as an adult. Was it worth it? It had been one of the best weeks of her life.

I'll Remember by Belinda Roddie I'll remember to breathe, to drink, to eat, reminding myself that it's not my fault, though sometimes my heart skips at least one beat, as I attempt to swallow down the guilt. I'll remember to laugh and smile and think about the positives throughout the day, though moments can still make bobbling boats sink like cannon balls ripping the hull. I may not always remember all of these things, and I'll need some reminders every once in a while. The elation each day brings is always burdened by stress through the months. So I'll remember to remember this: Sometimes, I just need my dear wifey's kiss.

No update on the OneWord website today. Oh, well!