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JP's attempt at assignment 10

Infinitive 1. past Joe and Shari fuck in the back of a Boston Market. They go there for the roasting smell, that chicken all-spice. He rub his hands on the inside of those ’92 jeans – bedazzle, puffy paint trip his fingers, a tone-arm dig and skip. Hands stuff into stuffing, into buttery hips. Insertion quick, smooth, cold steel pressing perineum, thrusts segment quads with wide chill lines. Hot chicken cook on thick rods like pyres, altars, meat-scented candles pipe mood. Nirvana play on the Discman, treble shrieks. Shoulder blade on Tupperware, jagged little growth mark near his pubis. She touch it, squeeze it, press it, pick it. It go nowhere. They go nowhere. Later, they take the chicken scraps outside. The cats let it rot. 2. present The second gyration elicit a hot flash. He hide the Viagra. He don’t take it – it be the loosening, the slackening, of things inside him and inside her. He spend too much time think about the record store clerk in Toronto, tattoos and cords under gian...

The City Lights No Contest

So B.Scary posted a link to the City Lights No Contest which is to produce a less-than 200 word fiction piece using the following constraints: -No Adjectives -No Dialogue -No Space -No Time -No Omniscience -No Names Needless to say, it was difficult, but I did it, cuz' why not? The result is below: My dress, I possess the tense. How it looks, how it doesn't, feels - how it doesn't. Something is moving and it makes a noise. There is a patina of fear, but I do not react. I must not be seen in a dress, must remove it, replace it with a suit and a tie and a smile and hair sprouting from my chin. I know that what is boy is boy. What is girl, I cannot say, or will not say. I am taking off the dress. This is best, I think. I would not describe it. It is not my dress after all, even if I care for it. No. I am a boy, I possess the tense, and I do not make a noise. [126 words] (Though I did submit it to the contest, I don't actually intend to win - so if you find that I didn'...

Bonus Point Round

an important message from the ministry of Rod: busy a bee? slippery as a nipple? try this nifty contest from city lights, submit your results to rod, and get yo self some bonus points! Thrilling City Lights Contest Link

Third Assignment: Pass that Stash, a treasure hunt

Even though a certain Rodder, *ahem,hoo-ah,ahem* didn't subject hisself to Kate's assignment, I'm posting another for general cogitation. I've got a hunger my friends, and that hunger happens to be for badass poetry. Here it is: Optional Step 1) Get schwasted. Approved varieties: whiskey, Pabst, Carlo, or a $10 bottle of champagne 2) Go on a magical internets treasure hunt. The stipulations are as follows: a) A pastiche poem of sorts is to be made, blasted, molded, squeezed out of the treasure hunt. b) The hunt must be multimedia (I'm thinking the triumvirate of music, film, text; but play with this how you want). c) A search engine must be used in order to generate islands along your personal treasure map (this is so we aren't purposely going to sexy sites we've scoped out before). d) We google (or whatever) 5 of the same words/phrases to generate different websites to put on the map. These words/phrases are to be voted and decided on by this SUNDA...