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[Jenifer]

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So the point of this thread is to supply a freewrite topic for the person below.

Then that person will take the topic, freewrite about it for sixty seconds or so and then leave a new topic for the person underneath them.

The person below can interpret the topic however they wish.


So, person below, here's your topic:

How and when to shave a cat.

[Woet]

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God made 2 humans and one zombie. The Jesus Zombie - back from the dead. He was the original zombie, and I heard he was nice as pie, so I wonder why we popularise the blighters as flesh eating monsters? Is it a cover-up by the Pope? Or did Jesus simply eat all the evidence?

Hey person below me, bet you can't write about "a hegemonizing swarm of paper-clips"

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[Jenifer]

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Robert Farcus and his girlfriend Brenda Warbington were driving home along a dark, deserted country road when Robert swerved to miss something large in the middle of the road.  'What the heyelll was that?' he asked Brenda to which she replied, 'I don't know looks like a dead bitch or sumthang!  Look, there's her litter of pups spilled all over in the road next to 'er!'







Okay, person below me, bet you cannot write about the ghost of LiteraryMary for sixty seconds.

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[Father Luke]

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You. Write about what happens when someone mistakes a cigarette for a cardboard primo.

Hey, man, here... flipping the primo to Oswald.

FUCK YOU! Primo spit at Klondike.

The fuc...?

SHIT BAG! This is a cigarette, you KLOWN!

Klondike laughed. Well, that shows you!

Oswald pulled the gun out from behind where it had been tucked in the waist of his pants.

Yeah. Shows you, too, you FUCK!


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Snow lightly falling on the freeway during a cross country jaunt in the family car.

[caljones]

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ah shit. why is it snowing? where in kentuck right now. it shouldn't be bloody snowing. grrrrrr. it's prpbably a good thing that it's not snowing heavier but as soon as i say that it'll be a fracking blizzard. i hope there's a motel or something near by.

next topic: magic

[Lolita Twist]

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Re: Magic

I saw a guy on Leno's talent portion last night, showing off his tongue. It was split almost right down the middle. I was watching the show via telephone with my lover who said right to me, "I bet you're drooling right now." My mouth was hanging open, then I imagined the guy going down on me and cringed. "No, no, he's not attractive. You have a magical tongue." Then my lover stole my line - "Well thank you."

Next topic: Cunnilingus  

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[redperil]

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And there was an unbearable heat, but no sun. Her husband, who spoke little, fanned her, but without his face it could have been the shadows for all that it mattered. A dog barked. Like an owl she tried to register its location, lost like so many trivial things when the darkness set in. Her husband whispered, I love you. A tear fell, as she heard the words not as a comfort, but as a goodbye.

She listened as the footsteps retreated. An eternal night in which to swim with regret.


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