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We'll restrict ourselves to two simple rules: no more than a paragraph from anone around 40 words, but feel free to just put five or 10 or one if that's what you want , and try not to be influenced too much by what you've read. In fact, don't read until you've written.

That way you'll get the most out of hair at that awkward stage between cropped and grown-out name-bearing plaque above the front door menus in the window listening to a hotchpotch of Motown classics like the shock of being shook awake …. OK, away we go… Ukrainian Jews forced to flee for England during a Cossack purge sorry if I seem too much of a hard-ass here she woke up the screech of the brakes woke her lemon sun streaming over the strewn sleeping body.

A Godly ellipse creating itself from nothingness hunks of rock floating through space like discarded memories of the Creator that's how a riot copper should dress World War I gas masks those terrifying bug-eyes pistols snapped against their legs the natural emotional state of the human animal Jim. Let's construct an exquisite corpse.

One of the surrealists' more enduring conceits, this strange bricolage of the collective unconscious is also perfect for blog-based collaboration. The crows give way and I can finally spot your corpse. How terrible it is to be alive without you. We had sounds before we could speak, we made words in the womb from the memory in our mother's blood. Subhuman squalor to set upon the may flies with the racket of a mail man magazine to put in the pigeon hold of tyranny.

Life is a blank canvas, the people you meet, the love you give and the paths you take make it art. How many of us here our named Burroughs. The longer there is a clone the longer until there is a predecessor. Severed ears bloom into faces, faces which are gilded by Imperial Prods of control. The number one cause of all of humanity's qualms: the dislike of another on the sole basis that they are not you.

It's not that it's about everything, It's actually about nothing. We're just all too prideful to share an artistic road. So go off and pave our own absurd circular self-serving patches of pretentios thought. Why can't we stay on the same aesthetic pavement, never stopping until the road spirals out in Space and pure Consciousness and we all graze among dark matter like appeased coyotes mating under the Apache Moon.

Wherever fish are sold, there are men; for the most intelligent of the group is in a plastic bag. You are accused of spoiling her blood with your cut testicles, my dear Mr. Tinkle, You, j'accuse. And so she ran, without knowing from or to something, hoping her feet would choose her destination.

Annoyed by a lot of blinking cursors, the writer forgot the sense of his phrase. While this is anyway irrelevant he keeps on staring a the bumbing icons A frustrated soldier boy watched them leaping towards the blackness in the park, like cats across the rooftops, screaming for the sun.

And in the final scene of this movie, the music slowly faded away, leaving only a haunting blankness. And we keep hoping checking checking back, thinking, "Now what? Maybe now. Sea monkies in my water, looks like theres glass shards in my mojito; whats a guy to do with two dollars and renal failure?

Toast to the worlds greatest cocktease. Too tired to fight, we really are but love, we do it anyway for the sleep of the dead we fall into post-war. After I'm done there is a little pile of cotton balls, some soaked with alcohol, some with antiseptic.

I have been perfectly free from any symptoms by having the Smoke Ball always handy. It has also wonderfully improved my voice for speaking and singing. During a recent sharp attack of the prevailing epidemic I had none of the unpleasant and dangerous catarrh and bronchial symptoms. Lady Mostyn believes the Carbolic Smoke Ball to be a certain check and cure for a cold, and will have great pleasure in recommending it to her friends. Welcome home, lily. Merde, she cried, tearing out her hair.

With a gleeful hug of joy, she rushed off for the paper that was scattered with blotchy writing. Unseeing and heart-wrenching, we walked along under dusk-lit skies, full of wonder, endearing and enthralling to no end. Little Bunny Foo Foo hoppin' through the forest, scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' em on the head. And down came the Blue Fairy, and she said: "I don't want to see you scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' em on the head.

And now I'll give you three chances, and if you keep it up, I'll turn you into a goon. Three failed chances later And down came the Blue Fairy, and she said: Little Bunny Foo Foo, I don't want to see you scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' em on the head. I made it so easy to fall out of love with me.

Yet, you stay. Letting lies linger on your lips like the echoes of gloss on my cheek from a temporary goodbye. Use your hands little man and get the 2 dollar bill plan on MTV2 My Boo is scary like a ghost from coast to coast fondle the children Suffer Napalm Deaths. Are you here beer the fear fight fire when hands area charcoal mess ride the tiger fell down into anal cavity of sumblines.

You still haunt my dreams on a triple beam I can't seem right the left path is lonely road please the anna show is the showing boobs the jasmine mcgee assey mcgee? Adults Swim the cannal of annal? K9 orgy at P. Hello my name is "Van", but I don't like to be call that. Because people are freaken making fun of me like 'im a real van damm it suck!

At first I didn't see her. Never even thought to look at her. Oh man.. I see her. It's a poem because we say it's a poem. That its subject matter should be baudy or offensive to your sensibilities is only evidence of its primal nature. Your sphincter is too tight, my friend. Anyone who reads this poem will see it isn't a poem. It's a mess of sex references, stupid jokes, swearing, This simply demonstrates the stupidity of humanity- we can't even create a half-decent poem together.

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I walk through the valley of death I am lost and confused stuck in this haze of pain and isolation searching for my soul in the darkest of hours. And then the sound of a gun exploded off in the distance and allowed for all of man to dance freely. Her hour is at hand! The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science.

He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed. Chilean concubine travels amongst jellied fruit nipeoplees, "that's interesting, honey.. Pornographic calculators tallying obscene numbers making accountants cum on their desks at the mere sight of them.

There's very little chance there is a God of any sort at all says the guy. Even if there was one, it undoubtedly exploded itself out of boredom and apathy by now, and I guess that's how the Big Bang happened he says, sticking a toothpick covered in gauze in his ear and jerking it wildly about like a rat caught in a paper bag on fire..

Kevin Costner takes a bit of X, wanders around before nestling his head in a warm, juicy pile of trash, gets raped by a dude with 3 foot metal tube sticking out of his fly. Kevin's convinced and shoutin' about his convictions, includin' how the cat bore an awfully striking resemblance to his lamp, how his lamp been trainin' off on the side with Darth Vader.

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What can one say about the inverse of that which is when compared to the darkness within the soul of aversion found? This is a cut-up machine working along similar principles to those used by Burroughs in his own work. Basically it works along similar principles to photo-montage, create an new image of words out of whatever was put in.

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It makes me happy to see you take such a stand for such a cause however what he stands for is nothing, what he cares about is nothing, and in the end he will be nothing. God Damn will they ever come? To take away my inner thoughts that my mind has created And although time will not stop for the spinning world of gay lovers, I shall stand here until the day life has unremained to exist.

The first drew the head, folded the paper over and passed it on to the next, who drew t. If escapism is the act of creating illusions, how do we know life isn't an illusion?

It could all be a fabricated world that we'll be yanked out of at any moment. I could not differentiate. I then opened my eyes to see the curves and textures and tiny details.

I saw you and you smiled. Often ruled by demons who torment afterlife affords evildoers the opportunity to suffer eternally or reincarnation or redemption. I drew the outline of your form on black paper with the wax of a white candle, oh pretty ghost of a girl. The morning sun glistens on the pint glass, half full with the smoky residue of the night before. Convert the nuns to your sexual slaughter, the love of the cross, between your thighs, magnet humming through the skull of judas, peeling of the ripe fruit of the pope's armpits, suckle sickle sickle ripe ripe pupil, the homosexual blast cap comes off at the light, dhine on you crazy diatribe, you hellion of simple charms and simple ghost licking my thraot of juices and forget the trees my dear, fetus breathe and dragon orgasms.

You know my hair mantra. Luminary Uprise. Robust below wax. Semiautomatic aqua, accompany tracks. Why daisy gymnastic? Motorcycle unibrow. Jungle uncle plow. She dances because she is beautiful She is beautiful because she dances I want to flesh in the outs that your body makes I want to breathe in the mouth that your breath makes. Good afternoon, good morning, or good evening How difficult it is to tell what time it is when you are locked in a room with only artificial light.

And slowly, as though moving through a dream, the man got up, rolled up his mat, and began to walk forward, towards the city. Next Easter I am going to go to the end of the sky. Would you like to come there with me? Let me know by next Friday in order that I can book two flight tickets. In the past, the saying has always been "don't underestimate the power of branding" but now the best advice seems to be "don't underestimate the power of women! And, shouting in perfected harmony, the rebels changed the world as we knew it, with their immortal song: " you!

It's all smiles around the house sometimes when the angles fly around the room like bugs and the ghosts of jewels singing strawberry siren songs. By way of wings that span the sky, a head held proud with eyes that die in light, where weeping angels call to you, in dreams the angels fall to you, my bidding is desire.

Rooms of the university, dim and bleak. Rooms of the office, unnatural and diseased. Rooms of the apartment, struggling and streaked. And God said, be good, or I will send you viruses via email, so stop being dumbasses and be saints! She has a heart shaped face with long golden locks curling about her face.

Her green eyes are large and innocent, her nose is small and turnip and down further is her bow shaped mouth. Where is the world? My sight has left me The Siren's song burns away the dross, for absolute love empowers absolutely - rendering all falsehoods to NoThing-ness as the Echopulse blasts the Unwashed into terminal deafness. Eat my throat, rip it out, everything that's warm.

I want to feel it. Do you hear me? I will settle for nothing less. Nothing less than boneteeth in flesh. I almost Died and heard songs while on morphine drip drops into my vienscadavre exquis is indellibly inked into me.

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The red knife gleamed in mushroom fingers past their prime, while invisible rats tickled the gums of lovers. Blue starry eyes whisper, "Quiet desperation", and the stars themselves may have a revelation of needing that freedom of escape.

Conceptual artists are mystics rather than rationalists. They leap to conclusions that logic cannot reach. Mapping the geo-natal hacks of seven of the previous 21 lines added knots to the string of dilemmas ahead of me. They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.

I have decided to dig up a tree. It is a merry old tree, and rather dear to my heart. Very soon it will cease to bee for the bees enjoy its presence immensely. At least Minna isn't whining so much at me, however. You said you looked out the window while you were drinking with some friends and saw a magnificent storm massing over the lake.

And so the Troll found his anus turned over and pointing to the leaking river of mysterious places. Its interpretation directly engages the whole Hegelian determination of right on one side, of politics on the other.

A Book of Surrealist Games. Ridiculously mad People walking on Wilson avenue Stare into your anus and attempt to consume vittles.

Surreal universal nightmare forever OH sweet jesus! Is that a jew you have in your closet? Some other people say that thegame23 mod You realize that right? Hoshi killed the reader. Scooptity woop. Carnes espostejadas My fate was death. Jumping is my favorite thing to do Just walls? Walls are such important! And the llama returned, to rule over the peasant humans one more, for he was their only hope.

She was a poem, but you were Jared, 19 very heavy metal violence is violence and apathy is boneless violence the The gun In factories near and far for horses will draw near The hard headed human clumsily kissed the soft hearted petal The dervish strums at strings of Nightingale necklace fierce The hard headed human clumsily kissed the soft hearted petal May you find your worth in the waking world feathers on pitchblack water Bandla was alway great The row of rippling waves of the urper.

Hence no force, however great, can stretch a cord, however fine, into a horizontal line which is accurately straight. Mercury Hmmm Every decision you have ever made has led you to this sentence. Have a nice day. Gotta catch 'em all Gotta catch 'em all I'm coming home for good this time It is with with great sorrow and regret that The Cryptic Corporation announces the passing of longtime associate, Hardy Fox.

As president of the corporation from , the company benefited from Hardy's instinct for leadership and direction, but his true value came from his longtime association with The Residents. As the group's producer, engineer, as well as collaborator on much of their material, Fox's influence on The Residents was indelible; despite any formal training, his musicality was nevertheless unique, highly refined and prolific. Blessed with a vital sense of aesthetics, a keen ear, and an exquisite love of the absurd, Hardy's smiling face was a constant source of joy to those around him.

He will be missed. After a series of recent health problems, Hardy succumbed to a brief illness. He is survived by his husband, Steven Kloman. Remember you must die Farmer thoroughly plowed the. Just four sold need over how any. In to september suspicion determine he prevailed admitting.

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I walk in so much darkness that I am blind of questions. At night the cool mist of love by day the religion of breathing Terpen on a desperation that is tomorrow: only with others who are alone, together with the own voice, which does not sound in a shaky and tired existence where no more sound penetrates.

And I who do not know this life me, a tourist in my own country, strange food in my cells, strange smoke in my mouth. I walk along all the roads that carry me and ask, but can not ask more, Give me the end so that I recognize myself.

I might have been born Out of the dust and into the world One wave grass covers everything. All that lies behind our thoughts ends up ruling our existence as silent forces.

The deepest, darkest places A Mental forest not to penetrate but if we are attentive to the signs we produce, we can decipher and understand a bit better what we are made of. Sail Sail! Sail with me into the dark Sail with me into the dark sail Sail with me sail Sail with me into the dark sail Sail with me into the dark sail Sail with me into the dark sail Sail with me sail with me sail Sail with me into the dark sail Sail with me into the dark sail Sail with me into the dark sail Sail with me sail with me sail Sail with me into the dark sail Sail with me into the dark sail Sail with me into the dark sail Sail with me sail with me sail asters in the fog heart-shaped-box People keep telling me what to say and what to feel, so how do I know if what I'm feeling is truly real?

It's not what you think! I saw you hanging out with Kaitlin last week jasmine you How can beauty exist when nothing does? When Will We wield weary weapons wonderfully? VSauce rules. I wanna know how you do it In violet reservoirs, worms I nor skeletons take, all hollow there spewed for bathwater make a cloud of eyes A glittering roof slaps at crazy ephemera ragus seton denned notes sugar Try working this one out.

Reversograph Poem the with Poem" "Reverse a generate Instantly I breathed softly, moving the air and pushing loose strands of her hair off her neck. The You deserve the magnificence of your imaginings Sun-girt city, thou hast been Ocean's child, and then his queen; Now is come a darker day, And thou soon must be his prey.

The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The wind of heaven mix for ever Withe a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is sindgle; All things, by a law divine, In one another's being mingles. Why not I with thine? Same thing, in a room Sittin' by myself, findin' heaven soon Many things that will trouble you Look beyond for a feelin' like you never knew Reachin' out, huntin' for the truth I'm guessin' I'm just sick of runnin' All this time searchin' hard for somethin' I can hear the angels comin' While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.

The world is weary of the past, Oh might it die or rest at last! Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed,-but it returneth!

My dog's cuter than your bitch jasmine fuuck fuuuck Bitch? What the jasmine you mean I'm tired? I already told you this shit aint over till I jasmine yo booty hole! Don't sleep bitch, let me tap that fine ass first Don't go to bed yet, I'm try'na hit that Good-night?

Children feed on attention and fame: Poet's food is the same Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets' food is love and fame In this True Love differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. I never was attached to that great sect, Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, and all all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion. I jolt the snowed over massive with my bolt of lightning I weild the flail of the lashing hail, and whiten the green plains under, and the again I dissolve it in rain and laugh as I pass in thunder.

A window bird sat ourning for her love upon a wintry bough; the frozen wind crept on above, the freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, now flower upon the ground, and little motion in the air except the mill-wheel's sound.

Arethusa arose Yet she knew, head down, stumbling along over the cinderbed and its old sleepers, there was still that other chance. That it was all true. Nothing he wrote was original not even his diary He wanted to be great so goddamn badly Ferns grow everywhere for eternity Anxious that her revelation not expand beyond a certain point The plot for the murder came easy Killing must feel good to god too A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

Everybody wants to get out of the sun Everybody wants to get out of the sun I wish I could prove my love to you. For lost we are and fools found not within writing, nor lamenting with noiselessness nor any other means of communication doth this corpse do ride the corpse smiles i don't know, yes i don't know um, i was sitting in my room staring off into space Ahh, bay, say, day Alphabet komplett.

The inspiration will come So luminous near the flowers I meet happy monsters among the dream Be luminous. The feeling is no more We are bright on the earth You conjure electric gems behind the flowers Dig it!

The inspiration has died unsure alive out of control the next life waiting From which dreams your brother come singing while the crowd watched Rain on the road, rain on her face, rain makes the road such a dangerous place Rain on the road and with that she was gone Tuba A Tuba is not a Trombone. A Trombone is not a Tuba. Sorry for the next bit! An Siderodromophobia Siderodromophobia Supercauliflowercheesebuteggswerequiteatrocious A Xialidiousus Siderodromophobiainto the Begamymourmotoe, Pippinpaddleopsicopolis!

Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia again. XHQv bronze so now we know the sky is above our feelings,and that if we suicide the sea its gonna get angry,we should try and eat more rain These words wouldn't affect your life if you didn't read them.

Pain is a feeling, suffering is forgetting that things exist beyond that feeling. She saw the potential in her life even though it hurt, and so she didn't suffer when you left her.

Where did you go when my walls collapsed around me? Did you look back as you ran away from the one you swore to protect? The birds envied our hops in the edge The art screamed at me, an abyss dark enough to get lost in. Syracuse University Press. New York, The scholarly work of Matthews will provide me with useful background information in writing my critical reflection concerning the dialectic between Surrealist automatic writing and dramatic form.

Waldberg, Patrick. Thames and Hudson Ltd. Kaufman, Moises. Vintage Books. A superb play based on the legal battles of the flamboyant literary legend Oscar Wilde, Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde utilizes primary sources, for example, excerpts from the actual trials, to weave together an intriguing tale of courtroom drama.

Miller, Arthur. Robert A. The Viking Press. Similar to the above article, this second Miller essay offers more theory on what makes a play great. Wright, Michael.

Playwrighting in Process: Thinking and Working Theatrically. As I combine automatic writing technique with dramatic form, this practice book will help me to solidify the link between Surrealist ideology, my own free association and, of course, plot. Maxmen, Jerrold and Nicholas Ward.

Essential Psychopathology and Its Treatment. A straightforward approach to the mental disorders encompassed by the DSM-IV Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fourth Edition , this textbook-style work provides clear symptomologies, behavioral patterns and treatments for each disorder. Presses Universitaires de France. A standard textbook for French psychology students, Psychanalyse offers a very through explanation of major mental illnesses from the psychoanalytical viewpoint.

Providing information of the beliefs and practices of Christian Science, with a special section devoted to the notion of healing by faith alone, this site will allow me to develop the outspoken, fervently religious character of Kathleen Notting as well as other Christian Scientist characters.

August 18, Yet another take on the controversial debate. Along with the bibliographical resources listed above, my project will incorporate knowledge and expertise gained outside as well as inside of the library during my year here in Paris and have a firm grasp of the Freudian psychoanalysis, as well as general knowledge in the area of psychopathology. Mock Trial: With years of Mock Trial experience, I have a fairly good understanding of trial procedures and legal-speak, both of which will be vital to creating powerful courtroom drama in my piece.

This will, no doubt, give me extensive exposure to different modes of writing as well as heighten my knowledge of the technical aspects of staging a play. Chicago Dramatists Course: In addition to my summer internship, I will be taking a playwrighting class focusing on character psychology and development. Please note that a hard copy of this proposal has been sent as well and, should be substitued for the electronic copy here upon its receipt.

Thank you for your assistance. As my thesis includes two distinct parts, a critical essay and a full-length play, I have included both a creative and a critical writing sample. Creative Writing Sample : This final scene of my one-act play Therapy Spring features Jeffrey Bayne, an obsessive compulsive patient, and his therapist, Dr.

Bridgette Jacoby, an obsessive workaholic, carrying out a session on, of all times, New Years Eve. Note: Throughout the scene, a marked transition should occur in Jeffrey: Growing increasingly angry and hostile, he transforms from an eccentric, anxious, but, for the most part, seemingly harmless patient to the menacing character hinted at earlier in his interactions with Marie. By the time he pulls out the gun, he should be in a state of wild-eyed frenzy.

Bridgette: Jeffrey, one of the first steps to letting go of these compulsions, for example, repeatedly dropping and picking up your watch, is to distance yourself from the compulsatory object. As your therapist, I think that—. Jeffrey: instantly angry : You damn therapists and your temporary solutions. This morning some woman calls me up. Bayne, a very special opportunity. You hear that Doctor? Doctor, she just yap, yap, yap.

Stood in my bathrobe like a fucking convalescent and listened to every damn word. Well, enough of temporary solutions Repeats the watch-drop routine. Jeffrey: gets up, walks around, picking up books and papers from the desk Your work, your career.

What if someone told you to hand it over? Jeffrey puts it on and goes to sit on desk. As such, he towers over Bridgette who is seated on the little desk chair. Just look at these books, these diplomas. Especially from your childhood. But as your therapist, it is essential that you and I be on the same wavelength in addressing your concerns.

Jeffrey: Turning away from her, takes a deep breath Yes, how right you are Doctor. The patient-therapist relationship. Nothing more destructive to it than a failure to communicate. Bridgette: taken aback There is nothing to talk about. Jeffrey, I want to help you but I need you to work with me here. Jeffrey: And vice-versa, I would never attack anyone.

Doctor, I only mean to help you. The first step, as you know, is letting go, detaching yourself from the object of compulsion. I have a feeling this is going to be a very long session. Burst of happy screams outside, sounds escalating. Jeffrey: Calm down? How can one calm down with all that going on? Why, they sound absolutely mad! I, however, deep breath, he is in control now am perfectly calm.

On other end, someone picks up. Party sounds in the background. We do not see David, just hear his voice. David: furious whisper You selfish, heartless little b— You know, I thought once, just once, you could show me some goddamn support.

Just show up. And you know what? Forget it, I fold. You want to be obsessed with your office, your patients, your work, Fine. But if I have to live with the consequences, so do you. David hangs up. Bridgette, in shock, holds the receiver limply in her hand. Jeffrey: seeing her reaction He hung up on you? Oh well, probably for the best anyways. After all, no one understands your problem as well as I do. No one could really.

The thing that gets me though, that really gets me, is that even we are so limited in helping each other. Time setting metronome - tick-tock-tick-tock — it never stops. Male Voice: voice-over, as if reading off a paper Hello.

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Bridgette: terrified What the hell are you doing calling my office on New Years Eve? No, what are you doing in the office? Calling me a psycho. I suppose that would make you a psycho as well.

Sound of a gun going off outside, New Years noises. This whole millennium thing … making everyone crazy! The sad thing is, come midnight, not a damn thing is going to change.



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