Lisa Pulliam
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I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.
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Booth’s and Crew True Story
The very true, quite possibly real story of what happened to John Wilkes Booth and his accomplices, both the supposed and known associates. Told by his great great great…(you get it) very great grandson. According to my senile grandfather this is what happened to Mr. Booth. Everyone knows he famously jumped out of the box into the theater and left via horseback. He was a tall and sturdy man who was able to ignore the injury in his haste to leave. After about a week of riding, his pain was not only becoming unbearable, but he also figured he was far enough away. He went to see Samuel A. Mudd, who gave him some medicine and worked on helping reset his body after the injury.
By Lisa Pulliam10 months ago in History
Giving up Practicality
I have sent in my resignation a couple of times and rescinded it because it doesn’t seem practical to say no more practicality. But what is practical? Is there a reason for it besides whatever people think or say? I don’t know. Maybe I have been exploring keeping it and letting it go for a long time. At least since I became an adult.
By Lisa Pulliam10 months ago in Journal
Dying to be Humorous
My obituary would read as follows: she always looked for ridiculous ways to make a humorous point and subtlety was not an art form she knew. One of her exes broke up with her at a Flames restaurant. As they left she saw the welcome mat and said oh just like our relationship. She mused about sending an inflatable coffin to a different ex with a note saying “dead like us.” When walking across a cemetery with someone she was fighting with, she asked him if the relationship was dying and if this would make for a suitable burial place. Actually, she didn’t ask him but she thought about the bad joke and realized it was too peaceful of a day together to say that. Even though they had been fighting quite religiously a day or two ago.
By Lisa Pulliam11 months ago in Humans
Dying to be Funny
My obituary would read as follows: she always looked for ridiculous ways to make a humorous point and subtlety was not an art form she knew. One of her exes broke up with her at a Flames restaurant. As they left she saw the welcome mat and said oh just like our relationship. She mused about sending an inflatable coffin to a different ex with a note saying “dead like us.” When walking across a cemetery with someone she was fighting with, she asked him if the relationship was dying and if this would make for a suitable burial place. Actually, she didn’t ask him but she thought about the bad joke and realized it was too peaceful of a day together to say that. Even though they had been fighting quite religiously a day or two ago.
By Lisa Pulliam11 months ago in Humans
