The Great and Unending Chain of Prose!

[pureantigravity]

This day, being the last Sunday in May, the day the pollen was released into my terpid lungs, the exact moment uncertain but without rhyme nor treason, I hereby declare this the official Great and Unending Chain of Prose thread!

The rules:

• Any topic. Loosely linked to the last topic.
• No more than 96 words, please. Anything over that can and will be rewarded by the application of 'dildo stickers' and/or other stickers illustrating the use of body-safe silicone. This rule is easy to follow - just count.
• No politics. But if you must, you are allowed IF you mock thine own (your own) effing party and/or in-group. This can easily be determined by checking your post history. I'll probably get away with it though because I delete a lot of my post history.
• No rhyming. If it sounds like a poem - your are doing it wrong. This isn't measured in meters, just in feet (pun intended). But if you must, then the poem must have something to do with a well known rock ballad. NO exceptions!
• One suitably sized photo that you personally took is allowed with each post. But only if the photo is to do with skiing (or boarding, surfing, fishing, hiking/camping, but no biking. Biking is just too contentious these days).
• Bonus points if it actually has something --even the slightest something-rather-- to do with skiing (or boarding, surfing, fishing, hiking/camping, but no biking. Biking is just too contentious these days).

I think that's all. Let the Great and Unending Chain of Prose begin!

[billyk]

Laser sharks.

[Core Shot]

The End

[pureantigravity]

Downhill Slide. The never ending story of how a bunch of skiers tried to conquer a thread on TGR.

[Core Shot]

Downhill Slide. The never ending story of how a bunch of skiers tried to conquer a thread on TGR.

Oh come now. You’re better than that.
Armchair judges sit slothfully on their sofas, wistfully remembering days long past wherein they once conquered the white mountain monster, and sang praises to Ullr, writ large upon the Grecian Formula urns.

[pureantigravity]

Whence the Grecian Formula urns had Grecian Formula yearns.
One of them said, "Let's watch a good ski flic. What'Cha got?" Stump went over to the ski menu and read it out loud:

• Free Heel Skiing. A story about a skier that freed his inner heel.
• Alti-mate skiing. When the mate you have isn't the ultimate.
• Tracking the Wild Roomba. A story about a little robot that didn't suck at skiing.
• Brave Enough. A story about a skier that discovered a new line after chickening out on the original objective.

[singlecross]

Let me film you
You interweb Ullr tease
Tits or get the fuck out
While we’re training for vanlife
On our way to Alaska
With dreams of bacon, soup, and pocket meats
But we’ll never leave our keyboard behind
$37 and a new box fan don’t get you far
When you struggle to get it up anymore
Even longboards don’t help
This B movie

[romeo tango]

... The rules: .

thats a lot of rules

.

[AirheadD8]

thats a lot of rules

.

Rules are rules

[Core Shot]

1921 prose
Not mine
Tulsa



Lurid flames roared and belched and licked their forked tongues into the air. Smoke ascended the sky in thick, black volumes and amid it all, the planes – now a dozen or more in number – still hummed and darted here and there with the agility of natural birds of the air.

Planes circling in midair: They grew in number and hummed, darted and dipped low. I could hear something like hail falling upon the top of my office building. Down East Archer, I saw the old Mid-Way hotel on fire, burning from its top, and then another and another and another building began to burn from their top.

The sidewalks were literally covered with burning turpentine balls. I knew all too well where they came from, and I knew all too well why every burning building first caught fire from the top.

I paused and waited for an opportune time to escape. 'Where oh where is our splendid fire department with its half dozen stations?' I asked myself, 'Is the city in conspiracy with the mob?'

[romeo tango]

you're gay
right?

[pureantigravity]

1921 prose
Not mine
Tulsa



Lurid flames roared and belched and licked their forked tongues into the air. Smoke ascended the sky in thick, black volumes and amid it all, the planes – now a dozen or more in number – still hummed and darted here and there with the agility of natural birds of the air.

Planes circling in midair: They grew in number and hummed, darted and dipped low. I could hear something like hail falling upon the top of my office building. Down East Archer, I saw the old Mid-Way hotel on fire, burning from its top, and then another and another and another building began to burn from their top.

The sidewalks were literally covered with burning turpentine balls. I knew all too well where they came from, and I knew all too well why every burning building first caught fire from the top.

I paused and waited for an opportune time to escape. 'Where oh where is our splendid fire department with its half dozen stations?' I asked myself, 'Is the city in conspiracy with the mob?'

The fact that some people thought that was OK,
not the depth of snow or the length of skis but the depravity of the racist mind, all white, small penises.
Here were are today shocked by the things of yesterday. Will we be thought same by the generations that follow?
Who will the savages be, the former racists, homophobes, selfish fucking pricks?
Let's hold hope and not fear nor JUDGE others too harshley. They lived in a time when skis were straight and everything was NATURALLY based. No artificial snowmaking. No camber. No rocker. Just the fears of skiing life's social black diamond runs of interracial association and non-traditional boundaries.
We're off piste now. Piste off about what was but off-piste to what comes.
Let's remain on the quad chair or life, all different of us. Even the 6 pack. They can whisk us to new heights as we learn to understand that not everyone is the same.
The mountain can accommodate us all. The snow falls on us all. The moguls befall us all.
Tulsa. We remember. Let us ski - all of us.

[romeo tango]

sorry PG,
my insensitive comment wasnt directed at you ....
nice reply!

.

[Core Shot]

My 1921 vintage Tulsa post was something I found after google after watching the Tulsa documentary on cnn.

I had no idea

But that 1921 news story was so well written I considered it prose and wanted to share. Even if it makes me gay.