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Newo |
Posted - 08/20/2005 : 13:20:18 Sometimes to stir up ideas I cut up stories like Burroughs did in the 60s, sometimes mine, sometimes those of others. This one is some of mine and other writers, enjoy.
underground activities - Largely the underground is made up of adventurers who intend to outthink and displace the history of Minraid, “I’ve got to put this thing someplace.” He motioned Siegel to a seat and pickn't think she was imagining a cross, seeing a cross in some free stroke celeste of poesy. Little void mighty light four square all white blank planes all gone from dinner plate specials the shapes of cucumber - Daddy knows it because he used to be a smartie, too. Now he's sore arms, sore neck from him hauling all the Liquor Board like a herd of musk ox in full flight? That sounds like male walruses diving to the bottom of the sea? That sounds like the houses, where we ran the gauntlet of the rough tribes from the cottages, to the back doors of the dark dripping gardens where odours arose from the ashpits pants and ask will he be their Pilot. He says sure. He brings their salads. He brings their soups what I got was a modern art masterpiece of a meal. So George, after polishing off two Spanish reds by himself, told me that each morning he looks at his face after the mosquito coils disappeared, there was not one single thing left to protect us from the attack of the sea turtle hoped to impress Hazel with his growing ease in this milieu (and managed to exchange wary leers with a few shambling, half-familiar figures--fellow screenplay writers, seekers, knowers) as I said, from the smoke of her own chimney : ---- But I must here, once for all, inform you, that all this will be more exactly delineated and explain'd in a map, now in the hands of the en-graver maintain their own children, although I apprehend there cannot be so many, under the present distresses of the kingdom; but this being granted, there will remain an hundred and seventy thousand breeders. I again subtract fifty thousand he could feel her vigil spreading out under her skin, into her head, pushing the fever upward toward the roots of her hair. It was as if her arteries had become peopled with hot, tiny insects who, with the approach of dawn, awoke each day and ran about on their moving feet in a rending subcutaneous adventure heightened by torchlight. On fine days the cage was dragged out into the open air, and then the hunger artist was put on display particularly for the children crank monkeys on zombie juice they are—bloated and secreting more fluids than they put into their bodies—oh, the desire in their eyes their beards, their height, and that smell, it's no big deal. There are a lot of books were she now lives, Shelfville. Eating them is no problem, they are delicious. "Don’t mind if I do." I drop into a leather chair, marshmallow-soft, and help myself to the candies on her desk should he (Chichikov) have need of them, the gentleman wenton to inspect the river which ran through the town. En route he tore off a notice affixed to a Sixfinger looked up from the black turf covered with food, sawdust and peatcrumbs. He squinted and stared upward, wrote in the letter that I find it interesting how they find their beliefs threatened when I guarantee they've never received one letter asking them why they have the right to say Miami Beach is where neon goes to die…No matter how vast, how total, the failure of man here on earth, the work of man will be resumed elsewhere. War leaders talk…Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream I am merely pointing out that they can, and are, used to promote the New World Order, mostly (though certainly not in every case), without their knowledge mass programming that goes on in English-speaking countries watch CNN and they believe what they are spoon-fed whose canvas-covered wagon, late in the day, had crossed the ferry that Coton Mais kept, just below the plantation. I'm going to the papers I am going to sing…In time Madame Valmonde abandoned every since then we have never ceased to hear of him; we have never ceased to hear of him at stated, unfailing intervals. His was a most remarkable his father had bequeathed him his cavalry sword, and a History of the Peninsular War in fifteen volumes. Hughie hung the first over his looking-glass, put the second on a shelf between Ruff's Guide and Bailey's Magazine Olga Mihalovna calculated that if she made haste to hide in the shanty they would pass by without seeing her, Ricaredo was much startled therewith, as divining.
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13 L A T E S T R E P L I E S (Newest First) |
darwin |
Posted - 08/22/2005 : 23:06:33 Are you saying that I am nerd? |
floop |
Posted - 08/22/2005 : 18:31:37 quote: Originally posted by VoVat
So are you saying I'm not a nerd?
no |
VoVat |
Posted - 08/22/2005 : 15:51:08 So are you saying I'm not a nerd?
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
floop |
Posted - 08/22/2005 : 13:09:44 quote: Originally posted by VoVat
Really, who DOESN'T write papers at the last minute?
um, nerds? |
darwin |
Posted - 08/22/2005 : 12:45:14 My style is start way ahead of time but putz around without making much progress. That way I can maximize my guilt. |
VoVat |
Posted - 08/22/2005 : 10:40:22 Really, who DOESN'T write papers at the last minute?
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
floop |
Posted - 08/21/2005 : 20:21:29 quote: Originally posted by VoVat
Did the professor actually read it?
knowing this guy he probably did |
floop |
Posted - 08/21/2005 : 20:03:04 quote: Originally posted by Newo
That's pretty inspired.
yeah but sucky when you were one of the persons who slaved away for weeks trying to write a good paper.
(ok, so i did it at the last minute like all papers, but still) |
Newo |
Posted - 08/21/2005 : 16:06:05 That's pretty inspired.
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Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music -- the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. |
VoVat |
Posted - 08/21/2005 : 12:35:18 Did the professor actually read it?
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
floop |
Posted - 08/20/2005 : 16:57:30 in one of my more adventurous Lit classes in college, a friend of mine cut up a bunch of his papers from other classes and turned that in for his final thesis paper. and got a fucking A. that pissed me off
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Newo |
Posted - 08/20/2005 : 14:00:38 Thank you Daisy. There are a couple of FB lyrics there as well as snippets of stories friends wrote.
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Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music -- the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. |
Daisy Girl |
Posted - 08/20/2005 : 13:38:13 WOW!! get ye a book deal!!!!!!!
"I ain't goin to be what I ain't" |
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