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Premium Member
Watches people watch paint dry.

It's a sad thing to behold, really. There he is just a watchin' and a sighin'.

After some time, he thinks he see a bit of change in the expression of the person watching the paint dry...but no, if it was there, it vanished immediately...so he waits some more...waits and watches.

Before too long...oh, maybe six or seven whole minutes, he leans forward...was that something happening back there behind those watching-paint-drying-eyes. No. It was just a fly casting a fleeting shadow.

That's ok. He's not flustered. He knows that eventually that paint will be dry, and he won't be the only one able to publically confirm he was there when it happened.
 

Thief

Rogue Theologian
Watches people watch paint dry.

It's a sad thing to behold, really. There he is just a watchin' and a sighin'.

After some time, he thinks he see a bit of change in the expression of the person watching the paint dry...but no, if it was there, it vanished immediately...so he waits some more...waits and watches.

Before too long...oh, maybe six or seven whole minutes, he leans forward...was that something happening back there behind those watching-paint-drying-eyes. No. It was just a fly casting a fleeting shadow.

That's ok. He's not flustered. He knows that eventually that paint will be dry, and he won't be the only one able to publically confirm he was there when it happened.
writes lengthy posts about people watching people watching paint drying

sigh......
 

4consideration

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Premium Member
Brickjectivity was in the park on Sunday, sitting under a tree, hugging a photo of my feet to his chest. He was writing a love poem to my feet.

He'd kiss the picture every few minutes. I must admit, I understand the fascination, but it was a bit odd, even for me.

Here's just a bit of that poem:

Oh, a hobbit's feet can none compare,
to the great big peds I see right there.
If I could love them my own way
I'd still be at it on judgment day.
 
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