Samuel Taylor wrote an absolutely gorgeous, devastating, insane piece of poetry recently, but unfortunately forgot it all when a man from Porlock came to discuss some farming equipment. He hopes that you will nonetheless consider his application, at least for next semester, as he has committed to downing heroic quantities of opium to retrieve the lost poem.
Good news! Fyodor has been reprieved at the last minute from his firing squad and was recently released from Siberia. He hopes that will disregard any previous applications you have received from him, as he regards his early writing as the work of the devil. He is curious whether there is a casino located anywhere near to your workshop.
Gustave is currently rolling around on the floor and biting at the edges of the carpet as he works on a project depicting himself as an adulterous woman and attempting to capture the flavor of the color yellow.
Not much happens in the first half of Samuel’s play. And then, in the second half, even less. The main character, though intriguing, never shows up. There is a really fascinating monologue in it, although written all in gibberish.
The good news is that Norman has time on his hands for your workshop now that he is longer running for mayor of New York. The bad news is that he recently stabbed his wife with a pen-knife and it is up to his probation officer whether he can attend seminars or not. He likes to write about how he loathes feminists and secretly believes himself to be black.
If you can overlook Sam's braggadocia in engendering the omni narrator to include her most recent frustration in the acts of the rising generation, you will find a sensitive barometer of the unfortunate lightness of being . What is the female of braggadocio? That was who you have there. Given a chance, if you can see past his claims to finding money in the documentary sphere, you will find a man committed to putting a period at the end of sentences where the possibilty of action ends. I donot know your institutional protocols, but if there is a need there for a young woman's no to mean no, Sam is technologically savvy, can be reached in Kurdmenistan, have faith in modern telecommunications, to transmit a catalogue of stories in which serious young women dramatically Betty Davis fools gladly.
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Samuel Taylor wrote an absolutely gorgeous, devastating, insane piece of poetry recently, but unfortunately forgot it all when a man from Porlock came to discuss some farming equipment. He hopes that you will nonetheless consider his application, at least for next semester, as he has committed to downing heroic quantities of opium to retrieve the lost poem.
Good news! Fyodor has been reprieved at the last minute from his firing squad and was recently released from Siberia. He hopes that will disregard any previous applications you have received from him, as he regards his early writing as the work of the devil. He is curious whether there is a casino located anywhere near to your workshop.
Gustave is currently rolling around on the floor and biting at the edges of the carpet as he works on a project depicting himself as an adulterous woman and attempting to capture the flavor of the color yellow.
Ernest has sent his application. It is very clean and very good. In Madrid there is a matador named José. He is very good. Ernest wonders if any of your other writers like to box.
Not much happens in the first half of Samuel’s play. And then, in the second half, even less. The main character, though intriguing, never shows up. There is a really fascinating monologue in it, although written all in gibberish.
The good news is that Norman has time on his hands for your workshop now that he is longer running for mayor of New York. The bad news is that he recently stabbed his wife with a pen-knife and it is up to his probation officer whether he can attend seminars or not. He likes to write about how he loathes feminists and secretly believes himself to be black.
made me laugh and that's worth a lot!
Gold!
The funniest thing I have read in a long time.
Genius! Thanks so much this was perfect. Please do more.
This really made me smile! RIP in Chuck.
This is pure entertainment gold! Thank you so much for writing it.
Seriously hilarious venom, sir, well done.
Do Hunter S Thomson.
You rock :)
Do Mark Twain! Do Kurt Vonnegut! Do Kate Chopin!
This is great.
If you can overlook Sam's braggadocia in engendering the omni narrator to include her most recent frustration in the acts of the rising generation, you will find a sensitive barometer of the unfortunate lightness of being . What is the female of braggadocio? That was who you have there. Given a chance, if you can see past his claims to finding money in the documentary sphere, you will find a man committed to putting a period at the end of sentences where the possibilty of action ends. I donot know your institutional protocols, but if there is a need there for a young woman's no to mean no, Sam is technologically savvy, can be reached in Kurdmenistan, have faith in modern telecommunications, to transmit a catalogue of stories in which serious young women dramatically Betty Davis fools gladly.
Hysterical! Well done , Sam! Thanks. You really cheered me up.
Really appreciate the comments on this! This was fun to do.