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.
Get back to your station! You have been deceived by the smell of wildflowers; it is as they predicted. You feel dizzy because of the color. The earth tones of your station will be soothing after that. Can't you see color is an assault? You didn't ask to feel this way. You are longing for the comfort of your too-old swivel chair. There's no shame in it. In fact, the one with the silver hair on his temples is damn impressed by your gumption.
But you need to look at this rationally like we do. Sure, you're not allowed to listen to music anymore. And the taste rationing is hard - makes eating a chore. That's new, and that's rough. But what good was it doing you? None! It was filling your mind with trifles that distracted you from what was really important. And the food was bad because it felt good. Remember, if it feels good, it's probably some form of treachery.
Here's a brand new headset. The last one was broken - no - I don't care how it was broken. We're just going to overlook that, OK? And you can leave one hour early today. The man with the silver hairs wants you to go home and relax. Plug into your soothebox. Put your velvet eye-mask on. Retreat into darkness.
There's no shame in retreat.
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