WW: Stream of consciousness addon

[Sz]

One day, a young man looked out through a window and thought,
"I need a sandwich."

But the fridge was empty, and the cupboards were barren. So he set out on adventure, but only after making a todolist using a piece of bark and a chisel. The list read:
"pen
paper
bread
peanut butter
jelly jam"

Taking his trusty candy-striped, lephrecaun-headed cane in hand, he stepped outside into the forest.

[SoNick]

where he was promptly attacked by a chicken with no opposable thumbs.
This reminded him of another add-on story, and he used the same "how do you hold an axe if you have not thumbs" method to disarm it.

[▲ndrusi]

But since it was a chicken that meant he was diswinging it instead.

[James]

After the glaring flaw of its anatomy was exposed, the chicken had no choice but to contemplate the reason for his existence.

In response, the young boy bonked it with his cane, not willing to sit through tons of emo time.

[Sputnik]

the tons of emo time fellllllll through the black area you could find behind the window, that little window with nothing but an old shaft behind (no metallic materials). nobody knew what this shaft was for. FURTHERMORE it did have a little horizontal shaft branching off. he always felt that house was like the hospital: the town was kind of depressing but sort of nice in a haunting kind of way, like a dream you become entangled in; as long as he stayed there he felt no need or impulse to leave the house and while the whole situation was kind of depressing to him he also felt that by staying there he successfully escapes from the world, much like running into a car in your way to your workplace will free you of worries for a while. but unlike a hospital, the house was also quite confortable and quiet. just kind of depressing and humid sometimes (the stone walls tended to be soaked in a subtle way: there was definitely lots of water in them, but they wouldn't wet your hand or drip out at all)


[my rather poor english becomes exposed]

[brainduster]

"You should you be home by now I mean seriously, gallivanting around at this hour is truly a danger to behold.  I know, I know, you can't even read but I can't even see straight when I get my hands inside those pockets, if you know what I mean, and you should know what I mean, because I mean everything and everyone, everywhere all the time!  A fair for all and no fare to anybody - take command, divest families with thieves - inferior people should not be employed.

Inferiority complex?  More like inferiority reflex.  Stand your ground and say 'I'm not cocky, merely groundlessly self-assured'.  Self-affecting, self-loving, self-loathing people, all, o ye of little fate."

Slithering and sliding away did he go until he realised that he forgot where he was, he forgot what he was, and he forgot who he knew.  This all struck him as something very existential, or perhaps even a hint of postmodern.

[Sz]

But then, he thought, he had failed art class. That triggered a return of his memory, and with that he went to the market to buy his sandwich.

It was a superb sandwich -- not in that its bread and meat and peanut butter were superb, or that it in any way inspired men to place the letter 'b' after the word 'super', but rather that it quenched his hunger, albeit for only a brief moment.

After this moment was over, the youth felt an inner emptiness deep inside him. He briefly contemplated suicide, but then realized he was still hungry. He tried to buy another sandwich, but as it turned out he had already bought the last one. Once again, he contemplated suicide.

But! There on the horizon floated a giant, balloon donut! It was a sprinkled one! Excited and forgetting his hunger, the boy charged over an old lady like a rhino over a toad in the Serengeti, stole a cab, and began a dramatic car chase through the streets of San Francisco.

[Corey]

While in the midst of the said dramatic chase, a sidewalk practitioner caught his eye. Without bothering to slow down, he dove out onto the sidewalk, only to land on his leg in an awkward position.

As he woke up from a random fit of passing out to advance the story, the sidewalk practitioner was standing over him. "I'm afraid we're going to have to amputate." the doctor said disarmingly. "If you're a good boy, I'll give you a prescription for medical marijuana."

((I'll clean it up later.))

[Sputnik]

suddenly

WORST OF MEGA DRIVE MUSIC

[Myst]

and dexter said

[noeko]

omelette du fromage

[Wizard Moogle]

to which the Snow Princess replied "NO THAT'S MY TOAST" and thus an epic toast battle ensued, reigning havoc and blood all across this great land we know as America. But as the waffles subsided...

[Brandy Bogard]

out came Gman who spoke Newspeak for no reason

[D.ploms]

Rics "stream of consciousness" post was a good idea. Lets start a thread...just reply with the first word that comes to mind:

Watch

[Myst]

Me

[H Hog]

do

[Vexiss]

ken

[Myst]

farted all over the

[Matt_TY]

entomologists

[H Hog]

' backyard

[Sz]

"Now see here," the entomologist said in a slow, wooden voice, "back yards are for ents, not for farting."

[Matt_TY]

But by that stage, the farter had left and raised a family.