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.
My friend pulled a humpty dumpty, all the kings horses and all the king to bishop 3s couldn't stop him from coughing a lung out on the wall. It stuck there proving he was done. We just poured some marinara sauce on him and said, "God save the Queen." We always liked the Queen. She was a good queen, an honest queen and often a real drag queen. We can't all be what we want or even what we seem. But we can all dream, by heaven and hell we can all dream. At least while the king is sauced on the wall like pasta hanging out there to dry. Let the dream continue, let dawn hide from our life for at least the two minutes allowed this Friday. Monday will come much, much later for most and not at all for a few.
ReplyDelete"At least while the king is sauced on the wall like pasta hanging out there to dry." So good. Cheers brother. :)
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