For https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-41-5-minute-freewrite-prompt-the-goat-ate-my
Typing in the dark, because the goat at my lightbulb. Please forgive all the typos, though I haven't made one yet, I don't think. There's a lot of gruesome shards of bloody goats glass lying around
why do things always get weird or creepy or disgusting with me? Can't we just have nice things?
The surfer ran towards the surf and he surfed, and then he drownded...
DAMMIT
The lilies and the ivy, when they are both full grown... no, it's holly. Well, regardless, their thorns pierce you and you die.
Sigh.
There's a tree filled with merry plums and they sing to each other UNTIL THEY ARE RIPPED FROM THE BRANCH SCREAMING AND EATEN ALIVE
There's a clever young child who can do arithmetic, even though she's only 3. She does any number of numbers, and she can even do multiple digit numbers. She goes to school in first grade, but she still wears diapers. She'll probably skip every other grade, which is how she will surpass doogie houser.
Ha. I did it a whole story- and then, on the operating table, she mistook the patient's liver for poopy and threw it across the room. So, he died.
NUTS
The goat ate my ability to write without grotesquerie.
