Luke was walking down the dark alley home

Luke was walking down the dark alley home late at night. He had just came home from a party when a howl of a wolf was heard.Attempting to get home as fast as possible he ran.Then..
suddenly he was pounced on from behind! Luke panicked and thrashed out, but it turned out to only be a wolf puppy. He was relieved. But then the puppy transformed into
a delicately floating head. One that resembled Luke's hated third grade teacher, Ms. Warrick, with her ruddy cheeks and all-too-precious ringlets. But this ghostly visage was spe
Speaking through a straw, attached to a breathalyzer machine rigged to translate gargles to human speech.
The effect was interesting but incomprehensible nonetheless. I moved on and found a tree who's veins had been connected to a stereo player. The resulting sound was like
Boyzone—sappy and a little bit too old. I covered my ears and focused my thoughts on the task ahead. Tonight I would have to destroy this place before
it destroyed the last vestiges of my creativity. I set to work right away & laid a trail of decomposing wood chips from a termite mound in the woods to the Boyzone building's fouda
Tion and built a whole new house. I took three deep breaths before each stroke of my silver hammer. The blueprint included folding stories. Each folded line = 1 nail hammered into
a dream. But some dreams are too big to get nailed by a single nail. So sometimes I have to use straps and tendons and foibles, my own or somebody else's. Take for instance the 1st
story I ever folded. I had big dreams for that story, and thought I'd nailed it. Then I saw my glaring typos in the finished product and wept hot tears of shame. But eh, I lived.

Started: 2015-02-07 23:26:31
Finished: 2016-09-21 14:43:06

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