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It's the court of the ants. Mostly takes place underground. Didn't you know it's the ants that rotate the world? They are connected from one side to the other, in their little tunnels. Yes, we can go in a tunnel to China, if we become ant-sized. Ants, ants, ants in your pants. I just have a hard time making these freewrites into a cohesive story, lately. I may start one, kind of like this one, but then I lose interest. I want to write FREELY, in whatever way I want, because I'm FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE so there you go. Hip hip horror nights. I saw someone with a horror themed shirt today and I thought it might have been from Horror Nights, but the script on it was kind of tricky to read, and it might have said something else. I'm glad we worked Horror Nights those two years, and I'm glad we stopped. It was fun, but the second year less so. I love to type the what for in the who what, don'tcha know know know know know the cat is looking a little like a a game and I'm hearing these little pings that kind of sound like my Slack notification, but so dang faint that I think it can't be anything except a ping, okay I think it's a ping coming from Brendan's computer? What the fuck is this ping? Am I hearing things? I feel a little loosey goosey. What is the point of language but to create? We create ideas, ideals, we make the world anew, why don't we make it better? Do we make it better?
FREEE!
Wow👍👍 nice one