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The Tracer Round
on Water Island.
Seventeen contestants will fight to their very last to see who enters the Tracer Round.
The winners go on to the Grand Bacchanal.
A three day and two night long non stop run for their lives and…
“What the What? Byous!” He’s a little confused lately, suffering from Hypergraphia, expressing the sounds between thought and feeling with scratches and squiggles around the edges of the paper. I […]
Meet Ms Palimpsest Vellocet, Senior Account Executive in Charge of New Authors. The subject and narrator of this episode stares out the window of her ninth floor corner office, and sees nothing. Not even the cloud of bubbles blowing past. Only angry dark red. Turns and says with a voice like Bob Newhart, “Hold on, I’m texting. P Vellocet to PenMan: WTF R U? and half assed listening to Judy, my new Admin. Pissed, ‘cause it’s Monday. I gotta work. And…
Preface Conjuring Truly Scrumptious & The Imagined Nation is my most selfish act, so far. She is the eye of my storm, the safest place in the path of me, […]
The members of the creative department are waiting in their studio, smiling and confident like I’ve never seen them. And for the first time, all at the same time. They stopped sipping on their coffee or tea or what ever Copy Loo Wack is and introduce themselves one by one.
First, My admin Judy, looks over her glasses at me as she walks past saying, something like, 你比我想像的更有吸引力 Hi Mister Day.
Mrs. Shadetree is saying, “Your garden? Butterfly. I packed you a lunch. That’s not sorrowful anger. You’re feeling, parental annoyance. What’s wrong? Wait! I’m early. What’s wrong. Time displacement. You gotta go. Cassie’s on the way. I packed you a lunch.”
The rotary phone on the kitchen wall rings, she answers, “Shadetrees’. Good morning!
Entering the colonnade where I’m supposed to meet Miranda, I stepped through a kaleidoscope of butterflies then a veil of bubbles, followed by another angry look alike woman swinging, fanning and yapping as she stomps by me. “Fuck you flowers! Take that!”
I threw my brand new diamond encrusted iced coffee tumbler and cracked it on his big knotty head.
To ride this back, you have to be a universally recognized avatar of the God that I believe in.
Or, NOT more than 1 meter (33.3 inches tall.)
*See owner for exclusions, exceptions and exemptions to the above rules.
Some assembly required.
Batteries not included.
