This blog is the sludge that oozes out of my frontal cortex and nothing besides. Totally random, whatever subject I feel interested in at the moment, it is all over the map. I am full of word salad, or a collage of randomness.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
the short story that wound up going south
Our assignment was to write about a news story, something that was a current event in the form of a rant, I had been up all night on speed writing some stream of conciousness stuff and hadn't proofed it. By the time I got into class, I was feeling strange, blurry vision, people seemed to really be staring at me something fierce, as I read my story I noticed the eyes of the guy across the room from me started turning black like an insect, it was terrifying, I began to tremble. I kept reading and hoping that it was in my head, but it wasn't. I looked up again and the entire room had turned into some kind of giant beetles. I screamed and ran out of the room.
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