Okay, so whenever I hit a writers block I have this little 'thing' I do to jump start my imagination again. I simple try to this of the most weirdest things that sounds like they are something but make no sense at all. I don't know why but it works and it works really well for me. And it always produces chuckles at the very least so I named it the funnies. ....I should pause right now and just say that this is the post where some of you may simply blink and have no idea what to think - don't worry just let yourself go and trust me it's kind of a cool ride.... So I hit a block last (the other) night and had to do a list - and figured why am I not sharing this with you all? I mean, everyone here has an imagination and has hit a writers block or two - why not share. ::Joker:: And here we go... ::/Joker:: Hungarian perfume fairies Brillo pad sniffing cucumber waffles Tabasco inert toenail hangers Booger resistant acorn wasps Volcanic butter mules The Norwegian Polka Dotted Beach Monkey Bilingual meatball soup Interracial popcorn slugs The Vietnamese jungle tomato Remote Velcro weasels ...man some of those are just bad
LOL This is like a word association trick I learned from a writing course I took. Although this is way more out of the box. I love thinking out of the box. Sweat lodge alien's eating squid pizza. Just as a side thought, maybe they should use some of these for the short story contests. It would make them a lot more interesting, that's for sure!
This thread reminded me of something I wrote at school one day last year when I was having trouble writing an essay. I opened a new document and wrote the following, while giggling my socks off. A Turnipy Oven-Brain: A collection of randomnity. There was a bee gargling buzzing, buzzing that gargled as it was hindered by the pool of blood red strawberry ice-cream topping that it was lying in. Purple lizards walk steadily through an expansive fog of bakery scents. This annoys them, as they do not like bread. In fact, it makes them vomit. They vomit shiny golden oceans of lost dreams. Dang. That dog stole my fur coat. He did not steal it in the commonly interpreted sense of the word, actually. This interpretation would render a retaining of the ownership of the morsel stolen on the part of the evil thief. However, the dog did not retain ownership of the coat, however what he did retain was the energy and calories gained when his digestive system processed the nutrients present in broken down from my particular fur coat. Well I hope he gets fat, that jerk. More random thoughts. A thought of randomnity. Nation. Randomnation. No, not a country nation, fool, fool, dang I hate the country. I prefer the city. Of choking smog. That word reminds me of spam, cos it’s got a random S at the beginning of a previously accepted word, such as ham. Mmm, ham, in my tasty, tasty sandwich with margarine today. Ooh yeah. That’s how you crank that, my friend baby chickette person. Dude, I say. Yeargh. Naah. Yeargh. Naah. Yeargh. NAAAAAAAAAHH! (Hmph!) I do enjoy that octopus on the television strangling the easy going-looking yellow fish. Eeerggh, eeeerrgh, says the fish, in my imagination. My sick, sick imagination. You disgust me. And I find that offensive. Octopee, octopi. Yeah. You like that ill conceived alliteration, don’t you? Who’s your grandma? This is the end. Not JUST of the universe, but of this particular piece of writing. Yes, PIECE of writing, like a piece of cake, you stupid sausage-intellect. Orange, you horse. That is what I have to say to THAT argument, like a bean lost in a torrent of befuddled dog obedience training. The last sentence is my favourite, I think.
Rat-faced monkeyshiners. Triple-bolted soupskinner. Buckle-suited taming knuckle. Wire-hung surrender orgy. It's like a game where you can't lose.
Inflatable maple roaches String flavored buckle bugs Coffee flavored radish rats The Siberian pumpkin hawk Levitating armpit meteors Indiana Pickle and the Temple of Cheese
