Gonna need more Vicodin?
I can never make myself do this sort of thing.
I keep trying. I keep failing.
My problem, dilemma, way of life - whatever - is I can only write when moved.
That is my problem also; left to my natural inclination I am a slug. Also writing stuff is hard.
I wrote a limerick,
But it turned out it was free verse,
Fuck it in Nantucket.
That works, Lynn.
I laughed, Lynn.
WHOOP! WHOOP!
imagine some flashing lights here
-Oh fuck. The drama alert.
-Why? What's going on?
-Who the fuck knows. It's the internet. It's a machine for turning human interaction into drama and LOLcats.
-And weird porn.
-Yeah, that too.
-Shall we make popcorn and watch?
-No. It's a rerun.
-Then what do you want to do tonight, Brain?
-Try and take over the world!!!
-...
-Weird porn?
Vicodin, pizza, or scotch. Nobody writes for free.
This is a public group.
Anyone can see it and join.