"Mental Notes": More Unrelated Sentences.

More irrelevant words. Enjoy. 

A Bolshevik revolution that only resolved the issue of whether or not everyone involved wanted a free tea cozy in their sex dungeon.

Four men walking in the desert searching for the meaning life via some stone tablets only to realize that one of them will die from stomach cancer to which God laughs and runs away at the plight of the humans being distracted by reality once again.

Sweat pouring down his face fills up the bucket the miners use to put out the fire only to forget its a gas fire and the sodium makes the fire become a basketball hoop that collapses into the nearest day-care center.

The first film ever invented was about to people playing ping pong while the camera person screamed in pain the entire time and begged them to stop.

Edison company is driven to bankruptcy due to the amount of people pirating electric currents from the Navy Bay.

The nicest Neo-Nazi in the world gets his own talk show and convinces all of America that Nazism is at least an option to consider only to die from choking on a blunt toothpick.

A notebook filled with many references to throwing up on command which is being used by the military as a more humane form of chemical warfare.

The power plug stays plugged into the wrong socket which sucks out all of the muscles from the bodybuilder's thighs.

Arley walked down the street while everyone spat at him every second which was the happiest day of his life...until he gets married to a bear.

A dog blasting out fire from his eyeballs as all of the other dogs in heat spontaneously combust from the impracticality of the scenario.

The malfunctioning laptop jumps into the air, spins around, throws itself out of the window, twirls around into the air until it smashes and blows up a school bus full of incestuous children.

An acrid smell wafted into the air, entering into the pipes and doing something predictable.

The punished writer whips himself in the back with an infected electric coil that grabs his ribs and pulls them out, playing them like faulty bagpipes.

The talking doll with its bright and colorful teeth blind every woman that entered the bachelor's room who was being led into his room so that he could have an intense political discussion with them.

A figgy banana pudding was snuck into every fried chicken in the tri-state area, causing an abnormal amount of flow.

People wearing glasses have a certain amount of self-respect that people wearing contacts does not but they just have not figured it out yet.

A yellow jacket with red stripes and blue zippers and green slacks and purple underwear and yellow socks and a red tie and a brown shoe and a sky blue imagination.

Lights illuminated the runway, leading the plane into the magic pool full of howler monkeys that hurls oranges at the tinted windows.

Bubbles sank into the ground, dripped into the ground, dried up on the stripper's back, warmed up on the interpreter's lips, burnt up in the lawyer's briefcase, and exploded in the center of the universe.

People picked up the cross and threw it to the dumpster which became a gleaming gold dumpster that spit all of its garbage back at the people directly into the face.

The dominatrix whose night job was a teacher for the blind who instructed them on the proper ways to wail in pain while being typed up into the college student's dissertation.

The cat who wagged its tail every time a child died of terminal cancer.

The cute couple who had their tongues in their mouths at every hour in the day even when they had to take a break in the public common room with all of the virgins and homeless people and such others.

Facebook, the maitre'ds escape from reality, the plumber's descent into the plum tree, the lawyer's regression into a natal state, the entire planet's favorite form of fornication.

A couple of guys went to a bar where they saw a rabbi, a priest, and a racist. Afraid of becoming a punchline, the four guys left the bar and went home and killed themselves.

The fan floated into the air, its individual blades slicing through the floors of the basement, white gleaming sheaths of brightness cutting through the random black hole that wandered inside, emitting a golden shower of lollipops that stuck themselves onto the walls and were nearly impossible to remove when it was cleaning day.

A computer made to cater to the needs of the entire public imploded into itself due to it being a time paradox and led to the end of the universe.

A table at midnight, the glow from the outdoor lampshade lighting up the immigration papers strewn about, its individual screws loosen up and hitting the floor, the weight of the table scrounging down from the immense weight placed against it.

The romantic weights danced together in the sweaty weight builders room, rolling along the pavement the weight builder spat on after his 20 years of cardio workouts.

The trumpets blew, the waiters waited, the Davids sat at their chairs, the prostitutes hid the cash, the Jews did Jewy things, and the politically correct people decided to leave the sentence.

A bright sunny day appeared out of nowhere for the holocaust survivor, chewing on the latest supply of sympathy bread from the Russians, who cried out when the rain poured down and metaphorically melted the bread.

A cup of Raisin bran cereal is all you need to get ahead in the morning, just a couple of cupfuls poured straight down your gullet then forced in further with your trusty rusted plunger, and you are ready to conquer the day and be rejected by every woman you know who do not know how respond when they see the plunger sticking out from the back of your neck.

We're not using that one stick of butter.

A woman walks outside of her door for the first time in eight years and dies when a single dog chew of her leg and all of her hot air fly out.

A wrist popped out of the ground to the horrified sight of no one, and walked over to the next tomb and asked for my peanuts to which the shotgun-wielding monkey replied, "No," and fired, blasting away the pregnant woman's left index toe finger.

In the darkness, the windows only revealed the remnants of the few light sources still lurking about in the rat's cave.

Words landed on the page one by one, smacking the plain white paper like the most effectual gears on a bicycle, continuing the pattern without haste as the groundbreaking novel was on the verge to be made.  

The problematic issue of the company's currency confused the coffee breaker's conversation about their compensation in the controllable company picnic that coalesced many captivating complaints that all the cun...oh dear...I seem to have run out of words.

Consider this post as a mental exercise. The blog will return fairly shortly with more insightful posts. Thanks for your patience and be sure to follow the diddly-dos. 

"Mental" Notes: The Composer

"Mental" Notes is a bicentennial column that features specific ideas I've had that can't be fleshed out into a full short story/short film/blog post. On certain posts, it's almost meant to be a public brainstorming forum. Unlike regular posts, I'll post background information in the comments on a later date. This particular post was originally thought up as a brief animated short film.

The short opens in empty space. Absolutely nothing can be seen. A spectral figure appears, wearing a long cape almost the same size as his body. Only bits of him are shown with quick cuts, one cut reveals his gleaming eyes, sparkling with ambition and arrogance. He raises his arm and suddenly points it dramatically in the opposite direction. He creates a note (resembling the bells from the opening of John Lennon's Mother) and simultaneously creates a slow and gradual explosion of color. He repeats himself with the other arm, some of the paint balls receding into the others. He (doesn't actually have a gender but just for the purpose of typing) raises both arms and makes an another circle of color. Realizing the perfection of his composition, he begins flinging his arms out in different directions, creating many explosions of color and making a painful reverberation of the bell tone that almost pierces the fabric of space. His composition now complete, the composer puts his arms into himself and recedes hastily back into the emptiness of space. The short ends with the last paintball shrinking and disappearing into space.

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