... was walking across the parking lot of a Pontiac dealership in Norristown, Pennsylvania...

(Heh. At least somebody got it last time)

when he felt the urgent need to expel gas, Prrrp!, out popped

...Jennifer Love Hewitt, which was really no surprise, since earlier that evening he and his pet goat...

were still hallucinating from the effects of amphyl nitrate, and watching their favorite...

pluripotent stem cell experiment at Jax, down by the levee, which...

still makes not a lick of sense to me, but I was seaching on cicada and knowing how LJ loves high literature...

I thought I'd revive an old dusty thread and show him how....

Hmmm. :blunt:

... literature can be ruined with too many people contributing too many conflicting ideas that do not combine to form a whole

yep. too many people means too many wholes, and too many wholes means too many comes and too many goes

To rebut, the (in)famous Saga, of which I lost my copy made just days before the Saga was lost forever, was original, if nothing else. And it lasted a good long time IIRC.

I just don't feel that old creative spark right now and therefore will not participate at this time.

so I ripped the paper from my typewriter when my acid wore off and realized my story had sucked. I started over with the familiar phrase....

"Once again, I find myself waking up naked in an alley."

"Man", I thought to myself, "I've got to stop taking cabs home from the Pagan festivals."

Oh man, here we go again.