When you're doing well at Writers' Block, or performing something extraordinarily sexy, keys get thrown on stage.
I had keys thrown at me last night.
Everyone was on. One of the best quality open mics in recent memory. People were inspired by National Poetry Month, the 30/30's - whatever it was there was great work. Jeff, from his hospital bed wrote a poem that Vernell read.
Gina has to be singled out with her sexy books piece plenty of keys and a couple of books were thrown in her direction. She was pelted!
We're a Hell of a family.
Been driving around, listening to the new Sade album. Ten years? For that? Disappointing.
Then there's the new Tiger Woods ad in which he's being scolded by his dead father's voice. Really Nike? Really? Let the guy golf, fine. He's back to selling product again, and it's a stomach turning commercial. Anything to protect the brand. What a joke, and so creepy.
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Wow. I just watched that commercial and thought it was creepy, but I forgot that his father had died. That makes it even creepier.
Not to mention the black and white film. It reeks of wrong and poor judgement, and that's just from Nike's end.
Keys? Surely there must be something kinder to throw. Nothing says creative love like a car key in the eye. Ouch.
When keys are thrown the history and assumption is that they are keys to your home, your bedroom. Like Tom Jones being thrown room keys in Vegas. They're not thrown at the reader's face, but the feet.
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