Skywriting -- Apr 17, 1998
Continued from Apr 16, 1998
"Insanity. Nothing but insanity. But it's funny agin!!!" Shawna shouted gleefully. "The story's gotten good again! YEAH!!!" Then I got hit by a treetcar. "What the hell is a street car doing in the real world? I asked.
"And what the hell is a 'treetcar'?" one might ask. Well, you see, I have no clue.
"I have writer's bloke. It is concieveiable to sincelery say that this is going nowhere, man. It just keeps on recycling." Then he thought of a new direction. "Of course, the dog barked yes! It is so pimple my fellow fingers."
"And a Hell-no-we-won't go away don't bother me. "tis a lousy way to treat a friend of my Mother Bloody Mary Mix..." He felt a cat brush against his legs. John shooed it away. This was the best he'd done in ages. "Don't wanna go home is where the heart is she sleeping is she awaken to the sound of drums in the Jungle Jim...."
"John, how many times have I told you not to write when you're on drugs?" Stuart asked, coming from nowhere. "545,566,545,689,567,345,804,367,664,466,644,895,778,667,567,577,578,664 times" John replied. Then they were hit by streetcars.
Continued on Apr 18, 1998
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