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This statement is false.

  • This statement is false.
  • I challenge you to disprove it, and while your at it I always lie. Can an amnesiac have memoirs? Is it cruel to be kind? Feel free to answer in random order, but read the next fold
  • first. Add embellishments as needed. It makes for a better story. The best thing about having a deficit in memory is always having things seem new. I wouldn't lie about that.
  • Hello, reader. When writing a story, write what you know. For instance, I am saying 'hello' to a reader because that's what I know. A deficit in memory makes everything seem new.
  • Hello, reader. My deficit in memory means it's always a new pleasure to greet you. Anything new since we last met? Did you write anything, or did I? Hello, reader, how are you doin
  • -g? It's a pleasure to meet you. You've arrived at a good time. I'm now fully conscious for the first time, but my memory only lasts about 5 seconds. Hello, reader. Have we met?
  • "I think we have," she said. "I mean, we must ha-- oh, am I supposed to be typing this?" Alice Bunglenook was not familiar with the nuances of metaphysical fiction. She was however
  • familiar with metaphysical nuances. Alice Bunglenook suddenly stood up & ran to the window. "Did you see that?" she cried, forgetting our work at hand. "Look, LOOK! Now is the time
  • of the season of our loving." Alice Bunglenook just wouldn't let the 60's go. Our work was pressing but this woman needed to join the 21st century. That's when I pulled that thing
  • -a-ma-bob from a small brown envelope in my pocket and gave it to Alice Bunglenook. Alice Bunglenook took the thing-ma-bob and turned to dust. Her memory is blowing in the wind.

3 Comments

  1. SlimWhitman Jul 10 2015 @ 05:03

    @Inatick, Nice to have you back!

  2. inatick Jul 10 2015 @ 05:09

    Thank you... Apologies for being away so long. I just couldn't stay away with so many ideas, I just wish I'd had the time to capture them all before forgetting them.

  3. SlimWhitman Jul 10 2015 @ 05:19

    About a month ago woke from an odd dream in the middle of the night thinking this would make a brilliant fold and scrawled something on a sheet of paper. In the morning I couldn't read it or remember my 'brilliant idea'. It's often like that with fleeting ideas. If only they could be captured like the writings of a thousand monkeys and scrutinized by the intellect.

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