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You know what's kind of perverse? Contemporary Christian songs. They sound like love songs, but ones written by someone in a really warped, one-sided relationship.
Oh, and dude, everyone in the world should be forced to watch Zeitgeist the Movie. I've only watched part 1 so far, but it seems to have great anthropological knowledge that the History channel is usually too much of a pansy to talk about (though History International's documentary called Angels: Good or Evil? came pretty close). And yes, I do watch programs on the History channel(s) on a daily basis. Shut up!
Anyway, that aside...
Prompt: Write about the 'fickle finger of fate.'
I hate fate, especially when it's personified. Perhaps our futures are set out ahead of us because we can't help what genes we get, how we're raised, etcetera. But I'm not such an idiot that I would ascribe a finger to fate. That's like referring to evolution's grand design. Which some people do.
I'm just in an argumentative mood, aren't I?
Write about what you'd cook for an enemy.
Why would I cook for an enemy? That's just awkward. I mean, what, I come to school and hand the girl who ruthlessly mocked me in seventh grade a plate with angel hair spinach pasta in a sun-dried maranara sauce with summer vegetables?
Who does that?
Write a freewrite about pride.
We don't want to be made submissive, because that puts us at a disadvantage. That's why it's advantageous for us to have pride, I guess. Although it can just fuck things up when it would be easier to use subterfuge.
Write a profile of someone named Margaret Mallory.
Her skin is sallow and salmony, and has a slack quality to it that one would usually ascribe to someone in a vegetative state. Her eyes are the color of dried, brown blood, and she stares with them during church, singing hymns in a high-pitched buzz that can be heard over the rest of the congregation. Her thin jowels flap, and her eyes rarely blink.
You know what's kind of perverse? Contemporary Christian songs. They sound like love songs, but ones written by someone in a really warped, one-sided relationship.
Oh, and dude, everyone in the world should be forced to watch Zeitgeist the Movie. I've only watched part 1 so far, but it seems to have great anthropological knowledge that the History channel is usually too much of a pansy to talk about (though History International's documentary called Angels: Good or Evil? came pretty close). And yes, I do watch programs on the History channel(s) on a daily basis. Shut up!
Anyway, that aside...
Prompt: Write about the 'fickle finger of fate.'
I hate fate, especially when it's personified. Perhaps our futures are set out ahead of us because we can't help what genes we get, how we're raised, etcetera. But I'm not such an idiot that I would ascribe a finger to fate. That's like referring to evolution's grand design. Which some people do.
I'm just in an argumentative mood, aren't I?
Write about what you'd cook for an enemy.
Why would I cook for an enemy? That's just awkward. I mean, what, I come to school and hand the girl who ruthlessly mocked me in seventh grade a plate with angel hair spinach pasta in a sun-dried maranara sauce with summer vegetables?
Who does that?
Write a freewrite about pride.
We don't want to be made submissive, because that puts us at a disadvantage. That's why it's advantageous for us to have pride, I guess. Although it can just fuck things up when it would be easier to use subterfuge.
Write a profile of someone named Margaret Mallory.
Her skin is sallow and salmony, and has a slack quality to it that one would usually ascribe to someone in a vegetative state. Her eyes are the color of dried, brown blood, and she stares with them during church, singing hymns in a high-pitched buzz that can be heard over the rest of the congregation. Her thin jowels flap, and her eyes rarely blink.