Hypnagogic Hang-Ups

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Wall Ball

Butts Up or Wall Ball is a North American elementary school children's playground game originating in the 1950s or earlier.. It is slightly similar to the game Screen Ball, and began in the 1940s or 1950s as a penalty phase of various city street games. Butts Up is played with a ball (such as a tennis ball, handball, or racquetball) on a paved surface against a wall, with a variable number of participants—usually more than three and often likely to exceed ten. Butts Up tends to be played during recess, before or after school.. Popular in New England is another frequent variation of wallball that usually differs a lot from the more widely known 'Butts Up'. Players determine the variations of the game prior to start of play. Some of the rules of the game very l… more »

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Going 85
Right through the eye 
Of a brainstorm
The swollen finger of
A jealous god
Mine are raw and calloused
The broad side of anything
Could split me right in two
In a shattered stained-glass room
I'd still feel slighted
And slightly uninvited

And I'm drained just thinking of it
At the bottom of the stairs
Curl my fingers over bronze
And drift off in my chair
But the key hits the floor
I'm still fast asleep
Lost and over-prepared
      
And when time is a ladder
You can't go down the other side
I just want to arrive
Teeter on the top rung for a while
And come down in style
You'll come back down in style

Just as heavy as the weather
Twice as tense
And far less ominous 
Than I intend
Remind me again
Has it rained here in months?
Then I remember 
All at once
You live here

Pulse or no pulse
I've made my call
Not standing on the fence
Of some worn out town hall
But the process won't take
And I hear nails upon walls

Portent of despondence 
Propped up on the same bank
Pulling on my guts (pulling...)
While they pull rank  

And I'm drained just thinking of it
At the bottom of the stairs
Curl my fingers over bronze
And I drift off in my chair
But the key hits the floor
And I'm still fast asleep
Lost and over-prepared

And when pride is a ledger
You can't just forge the bottom line
They just want you to writhe
Balance on the buoy for a while
Before you drown in style
You will drown in style

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