Here's one that I wrote this morning

[Wig]

http://studiotrax.net/forums/showthread.php?p=371608#post371608

Wig

[Manslick]

Feels like Wig to me and I can almost hear you singing in three.

But I must take exception, though it is your perception, to the age of a fly on the wall.

A long time ago I wrote

Oh the horrors of being a fly
Every human on earth wants you to die
You woke up with a buzz
Flying flying flying
Then you followed the wrong scent
And you entered the wrong house
At the end of the day, you’re dying, dying, dying


Fun

Nice job Wig - lots of movement and images.

[Wig]

Thank you, Mr. Manslick.

You know how people write notes to themselves, right?  Well one night, after a few of your father's favorite whiskeys, I wrote this line on a note pad that I keep by my chair:  "He lived in a house where the flies die of ripe old age."

I thought that the line was a perfect example of what you say by "what you don't say," and that is, of course, that the man is apathetic.  He has lost his drive to be of any consequence in the world.

I have to remember to keep writing those lines down when they come to me.  There are hundreds that I have lost (perhaps they'll come back) because I lied to myself that I would remember.

Did you get the line about the typewriter?  The Underwood lies . . . not The Underwood lays.  It's telling the lie that the man who lives there is still a writer.

Wig

[Manslick]

I didn't know what Underwood meant.
I never really used typewriters.
I always use a pen, unless at work, then I use the computer.
Sometimes I write on paper, after a few of your father's favorite whiskeys, and later wonder what the hell was I thinking.

I always get confused about lays vs lies, so not knowing an Underwood and my confusion about lays/lies, that whole line got past me. I took lies to be the plural of lay.

Thanks for clearing it up.

Wow, so far gone you can't swat a fly - that is pathetic to say the least.