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« on: July 16, 2009, 04:24:30 PM » |
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So this is what we're doing. Writing a story line by line... Each person writes one line. The next person responds to that line. We'll number the lines so we know when it's done. You cannot write more than a line. Then when we get to thirty we'll compile the lines and quote it and start over. Don't just write any random shit. At least try to make it make sense, freak.
1. Manifred's sideburns were horribly ungroomed.
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« Reply #16 on: July 23, 2009, 11:45:44 AM » |
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16. Unable to fathom all this without losing his mind, Manifred closed the curtains on the window, turned, and shot Horisha in the stomach all the while never letting go of his limp dick.
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« Reply #17 on: July 23, 2009, 12:22:22 PM » |
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17. bla he crybaby me bla blah crybaby me r bla crybaby me he bla blah a quack quack blub blub, crybaby me n, blub blub bla.
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Y crybaby me ome crybaby me ast
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« Reply #18 on: July 23, 2009, 03:33:26 PM » |
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18. God's ass was a wondrous thing, all shit flecked, and full of hemorrhoids.
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"The castigation of fools is, of course, an ancient and honorable task of writers and, unless very poorly done, an enterprise that will usually entertain those who behold it." ~ Richard Mitchell |
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« Reply #19 on: July 23, 2009, 07:53:16 PM » |
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19. crybaby me blah bla of it.
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Y crybaby me me bla crybaby me me bla
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« Reply #20 on: July 23, 2009, 10:53:53 PM » |
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20. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
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« Reply #21 on: July 24, 2009, 05:54:44 AM » |
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21. There was another knock at the door, this time louder and accompanied by a woman shrieking 'Jesuuuuuuuus' in a pained manner.
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Black is white. Don't argue with me.
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« Reply #22 on: August 03, 2009, 12:53:01 PM » |
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22. Manifred opened the door and discovered his mother standing on the other side.
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« Reply #23 on: August 03, 2009, 06:54:20 PM » |
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23. holding a dead baby.
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"The castigation of fools is, of course, an ancient and honorable task of writers and, unless very poorly done, an enterprise that will usually entertain those who behold it." ~ Richard Mitchell |
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« Reply #24 on: August 03, 2009, 07:32:53 PM » |
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24. She stood still in her blood stained clothes, with an over-grown mustache and disheveled hair.
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Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
T.S. Eliot
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Creativity can solve almost any problem. The creative act, the defeat of habit by originality, overcomes everything - George Lois
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« Reply #25 on: August 04, 2009, 01:59:54 AM » |
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25. Manifred stared at the baby and realized he was looking at his father.
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Jenifer
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« Reply #26 on: August 04, 2009, 02:57:14 AM » |
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26. It was then that he recalled the sheet of acid he had licked approximately two and a half hours earlier.
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« Reply #27 on: August 04, 2009, 05:36:27 AM » |
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27. His mother melted into the carpet leaving the baby to roll around in her sticky residue.
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« Reply #28 on: August 04, 2009, 06:05:49 PM » |
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28. Manifred clutched a hand to his throat.
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« Reply #29 on: August 04, 2009, 06:26:22 PM » |
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29. And peed his pants.
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Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
T.S. Eliot
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Creativity can solve almost any problem. The creative act, the defeat of habit by originality, overcomes everything - George Lois
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« Reply #30 on: August 04, 2009, 11:35:37 PM » |
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30. And at that moment, the sun went out and the world came to an end.
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