Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the 'comments' section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
Primp and preen your feathers clean - it doesn't change the smell, the ooze, the repugnancy of you; it won't be your redemption. See, you can act like a wing-nut and pull it off, but it all gets pulled off eventually: the posturing, the behind the back smack-talk. The "enthusiasm" that drips off you like a toddler gloating with a volley of nyah, nyah, nyah...
It's almost funny. Almost. Funny and sad live so close together - I wonder if they collect each other's mail during vacations? Something tells me sad steps up. Funny is to busy being an insecure asshole.
I didn't want to write this, but I don't get to write what I want to write most of the time. Damn brain. And then I was reminded about the injustice of it all. How I didn't say nothing; you tagged the whole damn wall. And I didn't even do anything.
Whatever, the weather's fine and clear. If you're still looking for a fight, you know where to find me: here. Hear?
I'm not going anywhere.
ATTENTION, I WILL IN AND OUT MOST OF THE DAY. BREAK THE BLOG FOR ME! AND GIVE ME SOME STUFF TO READ! Get 'em! :)