Thread: The Literary Maneuvers Methadone Clinic

We'll get through this interruption one day at a time!

CHALLENGE:

Write a Short Imagined Monolouge, as defined by the wonderful site McSweeney's Internet Tendency

My two faves:

No Son of Mine
Plays Oregon Trail
Like That.

Beowulf,
Sitting Next to
a 16-Year-Old Kid,
Watches Frasier on a
Transcontinental Flight.

Oh, hell. Three favorites (almost all of them are great, actually):

Mom, Dad,
I'm Into Steampunk.

I'll post mine by the end of the day.

Originally Posted by Leyline

Mom, Dad,
I'm Into Steampunk.

" If you want to label me retrofuturistic so I can fit into your compartmentalized worldview, that's fine. But look past my airplane goggles. This is my lifestyle. While many of my kind doubt there'll be a complete societal collapse in the future, a near-cataclysm is likely. In this scenario, I will be able to repair a generator, suture the wounded, and even train carrier pigeons. I'm learning valuable skills.

Don't be silly. I am not affiliated with the goths who hang out at the end of the boardwalk. Yes, rivetheads have made attempts to horn in on my culture. It's attractive to them. Since Evanescence went mainstream, they've been able to buy their clothes at Spencer's Gifts. But just because they read about our ways on Boing Boing doesn't mean they can rock a true neo-Victorian lifestyle. It takes a lot of time and a lot of welding. "

Thank God For
That Guy Who
Can Always
Hook You Up.




Hey, man. What's up?

Come again? 'Where the weed at?'

Man, I don't even know you.

But, yeah, I could prolly hook you up.

That is all you want, right? Bag of herbage, right? Cause, hell, I can hook you up with other shit too.

Guns? Man, I don't even know you. But yeah, I could prolly hook you up. Long as you didn't want too big of the boom boom, you know what I'm sayin'? Haha. Yeah, man. Cause I could hook that up too, but that's a bitch of a hook, and like I said I don't even know you. But, yeah.

Bitches? Look at this bold motherfucker. Walk up to a stranger and ask him to share his private stash. Man. But, yeah. You got a phone? It got minutes on it? One hunert n' foadi fo. Good man, good man.

Ring-a-ling.

Hey. Yeah. What you doin'? Your sister and that Mexican girl still in town? Hell yeah, hell yeah. Get up with 'em and get over here to the Chic-Fi-La on East Main. No, I didn't buy you no sammige. You think I'm psychic? But yeah, I could prolly hook you up. Aight. Aight. Aight.

Bye.

Sealed n' dealed, mane. Ya'll hang tight while I run in here and hook this hungry bitch up with a sandwich. They be here in a few. Then we'll go get that sack and we'd better hit the road if you boys want to get those rocket launchers before dark.

Might as well hold onto this phone. We gon' need this assload of minutes.