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sittinghere posted:im a dumb poopy buttbrains fart fart fart, that's the sound my brains makes
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Jan 10, 2017 08:04
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cage I’m not fat; every time I run my hands over my stomach there’s a pothole-bumpbumpbump of ribs. My skin is wax paper - so weak and thin it might tear. I do not remember the last time I threw up; I do not remember the last time I slept. “You’re getting fat,” says my sister. She has not seen my ribs. I make sure my stomach is covered by the towel when I leave the shower, so nobody can see. We do not speak of pain - it would not be polite. My ribs are bigger today than they were yesterday. I do not know whether my ribs hurt, or my stomach hurts, or whether hurt is, in general, woven through me like highways through a nation, like mineshafts through the earth, like bones through a carcass. My ribs are ready to burst from my body and open me up to the world - spread and eager like a flower in spring. Every morning I rub my hands over my ribs, and a sourness rises up from my throat to settle behind my tongue. They are bigger every morning, and I am smaller; I am less. I am collapsing inward forever until there is only awake-at-4am and silence-regnant. we are gravid with suffering - pregnant with the things we cannot say we are sick with the protestant truth: medicine is weakness, suffering is strength One day soon my stomach will split, and the world will see: grasping roots, a strangling vine, a monstrous blossom. One day, all of me will spill out and stain the heavy carpet. One day, I will do something deeply impolite -- find words for my pain. Until then, I suffer in silence, as is proper. 284 words
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Jan 13, 2017 06:23
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I was like "I am gonna be helpful and do the crits" then the very first story I went to read was erotic Overwatch fanfiction
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Jan 16, 2017 21:30
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Okay well I am not really into Reaper/76 slash as a rule because I don't really see them ever getting together. It's not like they're old war buddies who ended up on different sides of the same coin and hatefuck occasionally (that's Reaper/Mcree tyvm) -- Morrison and Reyes were in different units and haven't really interacted all that much in the official background. Your OTP sucks, Kurona.
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Jan 16, 2017 23:20
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This is the first week in literally years that everybody has submitted for our hubris, we are being punished. there will be no FJ tonight
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Jan 18, 2017 01:45
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we are dead and this is hell crit prediction: Muffin this was pretty but where was no story no placement
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Jan 18, 2017 02:45
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interprompt: Sebmojo can eat a dick
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Jan 18, 2017 03:38
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Sebmojo can eat a dick Look at this! Bob-Ross motherfucker drinking beer speak soft write bad Go away you Go away you man of poop
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Jan 18, 2017 03:39
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Sebmojo can eat a BIG dick So I'm in Boca right and there's this guy yeah this guy he's like you know - he's onea THEM with the big heads and the sideways eyes and he looks at me and he can see all my sins. I hate that poo poo man, straight-up hate it. They says they's human but I don't believe it. Preacher says they's angels I don't believe it either. They come outta the sky, man - come down in green fire, lay roots through the earth like they own it WHY CAN'T THEY GO BACK TO SPACE WHERE THEY CAME FROM i dunno man maybe there was a space war and it's real bad or something, but they come down here and eat our sins away and it makes me feel uncomfortable
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Jan 18, 2017 03:42
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Sebmojo can eat a dick: Revelations 3D alright look I don't want to make a fuss but I've got like these uh ... nodules? I think that's the word. Ever since I breathed in that poo poo the Russians are putting into the sky, my skin feels like it's alive and it wants to go places I don't wanna go. These lumps man, it's like fingers pushing up from inside me. I know the angels are supposed to protect us from this poo poo but they scare me man they scare me. I can't see a doctor because he'll just call the army but I don't wanna die man
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Jan 18, 2017 03:44
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i burn with love for god why can he not burn me return
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Jan 18, 2017 03:50
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Sebmojo can eat twenty smaller dicks arranged tastefully around a plate with jizz garnish [WE INTERRUPT YOUR REGULAR BROADCAST FOR A SYNOD TRANSMISSION] all citizens class K through L please report to your local disease center for processing. Do not be alarmed. Staff have been arranged to escort you should you require or resist. This is an emergency scheduled checkup for spores or other calming noises will not be broadcast. Do not think. If your local water is brass, DO NOT DRINK. Remember: copper is clean, brass is bad remember: disease is a sign of moral degeneracy. Vigilance is strength.
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Jan 18, 2017 03:57
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sure I'm in
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Jan 19, 2017 10:33
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Hey there! I am apparently TD's designated poetry guy, so I have a tip for y'all that is really obvious but nobody ever does it Before you submit, read your poem out loud. Write it down on paper, stand up, walk around, read it out loud. Things will clunk that didn't when it was on the page and you'll be thinking lol muffin the judges are reading if it's fine on the paaaaaage shut up, no. They won't notice directly, but it'll register in a subconscious way that something about that line is wrong. Poetry is supposed to create its own music from the arrangement of syllables, and the only way to know if you've got it right (unless you're some seamus heaney s-tier poem god) is to hear it with your ears. Hell, find a partner/friend/dog and read it to them. More ears is better. Poetry sleeps on the page, but it lives in the air. also if you need to twist your grammar around to make a rhyme work, it's probably not a very good rhyme
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Jan 21, 2017 01:11
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serious answer: the writing/editing balance of poetry is totally whack compared to prose: you'll often spend 5-10x as much time editing as writing. That's totally normal, and you shouldn't fear it. but lol here's my poem loser where we store our best gear My woman lies back - spits out smoke, fingers unfurled – Cigarette dancing, eyes: bloodshot pearls. Words - so frail. She’s sayin’ ‘someday soon, gonna rule the whole world’. In summer we dance to Morrissey. We’re sweating: wallpaper stinks of sex and other substances. My woman lies back - spits out smoke, fingers unfurled – My lighter has run out; spoons are burnt. We grow wings to fly free from this place but fall back - sleep calls us. She’s sayin’ ‘someday soon, gonna rule the whole world’. How I hate Morrissey. English prick. He’s singing ‘woe is me’ out of a posh London studio. My woman lies back - spits out smoke, fingers unfurled – Track-marks run from shoulder to elbow. Skin itching. We’ve lost time; time lost us in a maze of needles. She’s sayin’ ‘someday soon, gonna rule the whole world’. One day soon we’ll get off this old couch and – something- I forget. It’s easy to sleep. Hard to - to – My woman lies back - spits out smoke, fingers unfurled – She’s sayin’ ‘someday soon, gonna rule the whole world’.
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Jan 21, 2017 02:18
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MY BROTHERS WHAT DO THEY SAY OF THE FJ THEY SAY IT IS THE GJ
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Jan 23, 2017 08:57
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oshit it's your boy Los Angeles Judge Craig Mitchell!!   Craig is the best judge
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Jan 23, 2017 19:21
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sebmojo posted:also genjoe is a loser who has become a winner, will the dome recognise that with an avatar?
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Jan 25, 2017 00:28
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FJGJ *I didn't win* no guys it's cool take ur time
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Jan 31, 2017 07:02
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Just to clarify, you're looking for script format for a piece that could hypothetically be acted?
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Jan 31, 2017 23:05
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sebmojo posted:He wants a picture of a single log with a chick riding it like a boss 
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Feb 1, 2017 19:13
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SkaAndScreenplays posted:Yes It's A Man Giving A Monologue: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGQToJ9RR-4
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Feb 3, 2017 20:15
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Sulfur/baccy/woodsmoke 700 words Look nah, look – you’ve got it backwards. So this pommy oval office comes in, and I asked him if he’s got a durry, and he’s like “if you suck my cock” and I’d never wanted a smoke so much in my life but I like to think I’m not that far gone. I know the house is a shambles but I try to have my poo poo in order. I did not suck that pommy cock. I mean I almost did. I was on the fence there for a wee bit, but then his wee boy comes in and he’s wearing different-coloured socks. He’s maybe ten, and his face is the wrong kinda dirty – not like he’s been playing outside, but like he hasn’t seen a shower in months. Kid has probably seen enough without having to watch his dad get a blowie from some rando in a squat. Hehe, squat. Funny word that. When you can’t afford to live in a real house, you squat – you’re not quite on your knees, but close enough. It’s easier to go down on your knees, you know – just fuckin let the world whatever. Now holding a squat, that takes real courage. Kia kaha, motherfucker; banzai, Zapata, a billion dead proles can’t be wrong. So I said “oi gently caress off” then I felt a bit bad because of the kid. ‘dad shakes his head and pulls out a ciggie; lights it, takes a drag, just kinda looks me up and down like men do. There’s a redness around his eyes, and his fingernails look like he’s been rooting through pigshit. What’s a bloke with a bloody kid doing in a place like this? Looking for trouble, that’s what. There’s a lot of people live in the squat, alright? I’m not expected to keep track of everybody and/or what they’re selling. So the pom leers at me for a while, then he grabs the kid by the arm and drags him off into one of the other rooms. ‘comes out about twenty minutes later with a poo poo-eating grin and a gun. Never seen one like it outside of movies: little silvery revolver with a short uh, barrel thing. He looks at me, then he kneels down and presses it into the kid’s hands. “You wanna be a big boy?” he says, and I’m starting to get worried. Kid shakes his head, looks at his feet. “Shoot that fuckin whore,” he says, and lifts the kid’s hands up. Poor kid’s in tears, and I’m frozen in place. Trigger goes click, barrel rotates, and everything’s going reeeeal slow while my brain tries to shove my whole life before my eyes, which I do not wanna see. Click, empty. Crazy oval office’s laughing now, waving the gun around. Kid’s on the floor crying while his old man tells him to stop being such a girl. The gun was empty the gun was empty he’s saying. You’ll never be a man if you’re scared of a little boom. It was a little boom. Movies teach you it’s a big explosion, but it was almost a soft little click. Kid kinda weaves back and forth a bit, then falls over. There’s no blood, and they don’t show you that in movies either. A little hole in a dark shirt (was it white, once? Hard to tell, but it was getting darker) and he falls onto his face like he’s a puppet and his dad cut the strings. Turns out, clothing can soak a fair amount of blood before it starts going everywhere, and kids ain’t got all that much blood in ‘em. Pop, flop, game over. They don’t show the smell either. It’s rank-yet-woody. It burns, but soothes. There’s nothing else smells like gunsmoke. Dad’s holding the gun, eyes wide, then he drops it and does the nugget: just fuckin hoofs it outta there superhero fast, not even looking back. Didn’t have a phone to call the ambulance even if I wanted to, but it was obvious the kid was dead -- right in the head, point blank. So I sat in the same old place, and waited for the sound of sirens.
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Feb 5, 2017 23:28
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sebmojo posted:Potential edit: im sure zapping people is a kink and i intend to investigate edit: yes it definitely is edit: whoa boy howdy is it SurreptitiousMuffin fucked around with this message at 08:11 on Feb 6, 2017 |
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Feb 6, 2017 08:04
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yeah sure in gently caress the rules
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Feb 7, 2017 05:59
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My god, this tool. This power. What have you given me, doof? What have you done? So it begins, the great poo poo-talkening of our time. Fight me with magic, little man. 
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Feb 7, 2017 08:45
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UNLIMITED POWER 
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Feb 7, 2017 08:55
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somebody send help I think I'm the anime guy who was nice then he touched the bad magic thing and now he's all scary. Doof this is your fault you gotta not-quite kill me and then we kiss while I lie in your arms 
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Feb 7, 2017 09:09
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Feb 13, 2017 04:07
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sebmojo posted:i'll promtpt you're rear end  
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Feb 13, 2017 08:36
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Feb 13, 2017 08:47
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Obliterati posted:Does anyone have thoughts on good qualities of judging 
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Feb 13, 2017 08:57
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Feb 13, 2017 09:41
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Feb 13, 2017 09:46
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hey if you're bored and wanna write there are always other options
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Feb 14, 2017 03:43
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poetry is good
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Feb 14, 2017 06:05
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BeefSupreme posted:dammit learn to spell pormpt
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Feb 14, 2017 06:07
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not a rule, just a suggestion because I've judged similar weeks like, a solid half of the people are gonna write about Jesus being an alien trying to intercede in our development. Jesus, or Mozart, or Tesla etc etc if you write a story where a historical figure turns out to be an alien trying to intercede in humanity's development so as to help us elude the cataclysm that befell his own race, then the judges are gonna loving hate you
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flerp posted:cool i really appreciate the advice in
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