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Took a drive throughout town after reading the science fiction group posts. Bought a coffee, thought, listened to the BladeRunner soundtrack...

In a quiet interlude under a parking lot streetlight, I got hit by inspiration for this story that's been plaguing me for the past ten years of my life. I get it now...the plot germ is there, now I can flesh it out and...
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twentythree:
Just try not to make your novel too good.
Because then Hollywood might have a hard time making it into a shitty film.
terrakotta:
LOL! ^^ tongue
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Searching for the Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster, came across this entry in the Wikipedia (which is, as far as I can tell, the equivalent to the HHGTTG on Earth):

"1 oz. EverClear
"4 oz. Bombay Sapphire or Jeremiah Weed
"4 oz. Cold Wild Turkey
"2 oz. Tequila
"5 oz. Rum
"1 worm from bottle of Mezcal
"2 oz. Gatorade

"This makes one approximately 18 ounce Pan...
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Inside the steel and concrete and beneath a layer of earth, watching from windows and portholes. Between mesh screens, webs of black wire, I can see the sky. From here it's a beautiful velvet. Impossibly soft, enticing.

A sky on fire with reds and oranges, burning with intensity and welcoming the day. The clouds seem to vanish before it, fade into nothing. They were never...
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Guess this is where it all starts...

I don't know when the fuck it all happened. One day cock of the walk, the next a featherduster. All I know is that the day after, everything changed and I hated everything with a passion.

Maybe it's the place I'm in...maybe it's the way I am. I was trying to IKEAify my life, trying to be happy...
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terrakotta:
Welcome to SG!

'Sounds like you're in the midst of a enormous life spin. This site is better than bullshitting to a therapist, and cheaper. Hope it helps you sort things out, or at least amuses you for this time being.

ps: I tried using Pier-1 in lieu of IKEA to un-fuck my life. It didn't help, but I have a set of orange tempered-glass tables. I'm not sure what the trade-off is there.

The paint chips are kicking in
Desperation bubbles my skin
Theres stuff crawling on the floor
Crackers with black books knocking at my door
The tvs talking to me; Im questioning my sanity
Everybody have a breakdown!

-L7, Questioning My Sanity