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
Good Lord. (Not the sky one.) I don't know where I went wrong. It doesn't make a lick of sense, I swear it doesn't. I realize that the past can be a dark, dark corridor and I never claimed to be a saint, but I'll be damned if I don't keep meeting horrible people. And I try. I try to make the right call for myself and be there for the ones who don't have the strength to call out. And I'm not trying to be a martyr, nor noble. I'm just trying to be what my Nana called 'decent'. Why do there have to be so many assholes?
And why do they drive such nice cars?
We need to mobilize a pacifist army. Get this shit sorted. Get the rewards to the good people and let the politicians and 'celebrities' worry about money all the time. I just don't understand how the system got so twisted. How stupid are we? You pay a firefighter enough to buy a decent house, but someone who fucks people for a living gets a Mansion with a royal garden in the desert outside LA?
And I got nothing against porn stars. Weird that that sprung to mind. Because I'd much rather round up a bunch of white dudes with nice hair, grey suits, secret atrocious appetites, and coke habits - roast 'em in the middle of town and then watch the real vultures feast on roasted vultures for weeks.
You telling me that a nurse should make less than the CEO of a company? Two minutes are not nearly enough to tell you that the person who picks your fucking food should live in a pretty decent pad. And be treated with respect.
Ya shortsighted bastards. Oh, and good morning. The drought is making me cranky.
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