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Tonight's Poet Corner: Rap Battle?

Rap Battle? by Belinda Roddie Listen, bros, y'all think you're so fucking lit Look it up! You know that Karen Gillan's the shit She brought the moves like Jagger in Jumanji, folded my heart in pieces like fragile origami Wifey's superior, and I can look, but not touch - other ladies, like Shania Twain, don't impress'a me much But I appreciate aesthetics like I'm in a museum - don't fight me on that fact in my personal colosseum I don't capitalize on Google, 'cause they're so ignorant Spellcheck is quite a bitch, but it helps me with my rant This was a collaboration, though I dunno if it works I'd rather be with my friends than with the goddamn soda jerks

Today's Ten Word Tale: Birthday Cake

Birthday Cake by Belinda Roddie He wasn't that old. But there were so many candles.

Today's Ten Word Tale: Taps

Taps by Belinda Roddie Amidst the carnage, all I could hear was the trumpet.

Today's Ten Word Tale: Nine Years

Nine Years by Belinda Roddie Almost a decade with you is not enough, mo chuisle.

Saturday's Storyteller: Pizza

by Belinda Roddie Oh, look at the time! I gotta get some pizza! Now, what should I get on it? Pepperoni, of course. Gotta get me some sweet pepperoni. And mushrooms. So I order it. And I eat it. And I guess the mushrooms got mixed up. This is some pubescent pizza boy's stash, yo. Because I trip, peoples. I trip  balls. I feel the room closing in and time seeming to go backwards. It's like I'm sucked into a void that holds me in a place, pulling a glob of pizza out of my mouth half-chew. Disney World's Space Mountain's got nothing on this, bro. The tunnel is deeper than this. Waaaaaaaay deeper. I am an accidental stoner in a fucking crazy world nightmare. And that's when I see what could have been. The flames. There are so many flames. I'm sitting on my couch, thinking about what I want to eat. I choose Thai food. I choose this. I weighed this heavily, apparently. I was thinking Thai was the answer. And then I see the flames. Everything is on fire. Who knew t...

Today's Ten Word Tale: I Can Dance If I Want To

I Can Dance If I Want To by Belinda Roddie Who says I'm too old for prom? My brother, actually.

Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection

I'm Belinda! Words, words, words! Special thanks to Kit for my introspection tonight. But in all seriousness, this was a really good week. We celebrated Binx's first Gotcha day anniversary and the ninth anniversary of when Arden and I met. I got a lot of writing done for my latest play. I edited the first season of my miniseries, Goza. We got a Switch. I wrapped up some heavy duty grading (still a lot to go). Only two weeks of school left for the year! Yeesh. It's been weird with the pandemic. Tomorrow, I am hosting an online prom for my friends. The next day, it's the ninth anniversary of Arden's and my first date and the sixth anniversary of when I proposed to her. We're gonna order sushi take-out and take it easy - no, we're not going out, just because some dine-in restrictions have been lifted. We're staying indoors because PLAGUE. So yeah! That's it. Laters. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.