Hey, writer-type folks. Every Friday we do a fun free-write. No reason. Just ending the week in style.
Basically, you can write whatever you want in the comments section. You have two minutes. Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. Play as many times as you like (doesn't have to be today, even).
So, tell a friend. If you have one. If not, tell your enemies. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
Someday the rules will make sense, and I'll be free of all these yellow cards. Carte Blanche, that's the stuff I'm looking for. I want to fall from the sky in invisible droplets - cold, hard - like hail but without the danger of misinterpretation. I am not a king.
All hail those that are not kings. Kings are overrated. I've never met one, but I read books and stuff. And I can imagine, you know? I get it. I would be a terrible king. It would be all harems and massive parties I didn't have to clean up after. You know, how kings do.
Not the Sacramento Kings, though. I don't know shit about them. And I don't have their ransom. I wish they'd put their sticks down and leave me the fuck alone. Bastards. I'm heating up the oil.