Classtime Nonsensical Freewrite
I just found an old notebook from my first couple years here...It has tons of absurd freewrites that I wrote when I was bored in class. Here's a portion.
Holy-eyed adrift in a furnace. Clicking bells and whistles -- death by dissonance -- failed to find the rhythm. Woke up late with a fever on my head. All rushed traffic and vivisected rudely. Half drunk jester doomed by my own devices. Stuck in manifold past, peering forwards with my new fancy acme telescope eyes. An anxious brand squirms on my forehead -- the sculptures are aborted on my doorstep. My neighboors are grilling perverse meats and eyeing my hungrily. Outside a mad bearded woman chants about the most base metals. TV growls at me and calls me rude names. Crowley and the imperialists joust in my living room. I'm hungry and have drained the sockets of their sustenance. I tried throwing an orgy and it turned into a bloody teeth murder suicide. Inkblot. Eat the past -- played like a fiddle -- dead in a bowling alley -- been shaking -- haven't slept all year -- Jesus Christ that old cocksucker -- wise words.
Holy-eyed adrift in a furnace. Clicking bells and whistles -- death by dissonance -- failed to find the rhythm. Woke up late with a fever on my head. All rushed traffic and vivisected rudely. Half drunk jester doomed by my own devices. Stuck in manifold past, peering forwards with my new fancy acme telescope eyes. An anxious brand squirms on my forehead -- the sculptures are aborted on my doorstep. My neighboors are grilling perverse meats and eyeing my hungrily. Outside a mad bearded woman chants about the most base metals. TV growls at me and calls me rude names. Crowley and the imperialists joust in my living room. I'm hungry and have drained the sockets of their sustenance. I tried throwing an orgy and it turned into a bloody teeth murder suicide. Inkblot. Eat the past -- played like a fiddle -- dead in a bowling alley -- been shaking -- haven't slept all year -- Jesus Christ that old cocksucker -- wise words.

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