The second story is fairly similar to the way I behave on any plumbing aisle. All those pipes and fittings, with names so dirty, and me whispering / chanting them to myself until overcome with bawdy hysterics.
In all honesty, this was a fun page to make. It feels a little private/intimate, but not so much as to be excluded from a public blog. They are just boat-building supplies, after all.
It is just another part of a surprisingly unfettering process: the limitations of the medium and the attempt at being something of a medium for the experimental voice.
PROMPT: Do It
What happens when you combine words in an unusual way? When you place unexpected words in proximity to one another? How can you change or decide the meaning of your language based on its location on the page?
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