To Choose The Future To Doubt What is Going On

To choose the future, go to page 55
To doubt what is going on, go to page 31

You will be written ocassionally as pages (or blog posts) from 50 to 150 words

You will be written ocassionally as pages (or blog posts) from 50 to 150 words. I am going to invite a small random bunch out of the corpus, "people I think are way cool and think might do this.

This is a choose your own adventure.

No, this is a create your own adventure.

50-150 words - if you go over 150, just pick a number after what you would then go back and number your first page. or give yourself two choices, you can then right to another choice page, an end page, a rejoin the story page, a you're dead and this adventure is seriously over page (I might want to look at that but if you want that cool.

and there are beginnings under the tag beginnings and choice pages with tag choice.

So, I'm using a version of the wave method of writing for NaNoWriMo here. The specific version is molded by my hazy memory of something that was not properly explained to me and I didn't really get at the time beyond incorporating some of the talk or what it seemed like she did with it.

And it is a metaphorical wave method. There are these bits - some even of other things - but part of what the soul memory and community feelings that are represented by the various stories of other times and places you in various guises - and so these make up part of the museum of adventures - It is an attempt at creating in non-Gonzo format a more-Gonzo than I've ever seen printed account from the account of you. A you written by an author (a community can be an author) me and three people thinking of helping.

So. you can

but it is a choose your own adventure so there is adventure and it is you doing the adventuring. Second person, present tense.

oh and we need character pages. You can email me or call me or come see me or I'll stop by. It may take till the end of the month for me to organize this shit and explain what I want you to do:
write 50 to 150 words of an adventure starting with the main on which is that you woke up one morning and everyone was gone - just gone - you didn't even notice right away.

And then it turned out that it was only most people who had disappeared without warning, notice, or explanation. And you are about 16 when this starts and you walk to your high school and you end up after many realizations and choices (or few) you end up going to your 3rd period science class. You are Tracey Fletcher and for no good reason that is ever explained -likewise there is no explanation given for what happened to everyone. For me that isn't meant to really be a focus. Like Lost kept pretending that it was all going to end up making sense. fuck shit. never mind.

"Now, Nick, you don't swear like that when you talk ... why do you swear so much in your writing" "I don't know and I swear less when I am around you than when I am in other situations."


So you just

get bits of plot down. Even sentences even phrases. Those are legit posts here.

Or you can do choices as comments as regular comments

ok so

Gilgamesh

Please Father, do something quickly before the people overwhelm heaven with their heart-rending cries.

You show an interest in the Citizen Guide to the Galaxy - page whatever

You have tried to strain credulity by avoiding the self-evident otherness of the object. But how great the fit. And the feeling of the fit fitting.

Through various data transfer networks / or paper or all sorts of different things as you have grappled with as you have tried to retain and style the

it is like the hitch-hiker's guide to the galaxy, "sort of an electronic book" "haphazardly updated over the sub-ether net.

And in some of the more relaxed civilizations on the outer left arm of the galaxy (like Earth at coordinates ZZ9 plural Z alpha)

all entities whose lifespans originate in any of the plural zones, you risk death by going through hyperspace and should choose not to do so ... please do not eat this ticket

I have another blog post that gets at what I was meaning to say there but didn't

Things are the way they are.

Things are the way they are.

if you wish they were different

if you believe they are different

if you pretend they are different

if you want them to be different.

Things are the way they are.

That said,

actions change future things that then are the way they are.

but not necessarily the way you wished pretended wanted acted planned ...

This is part of what I do.

I've saved this.

My novel in napkin form

[I am typing up an unedited transcription of the novel in napkin form. With the actual napkin you start with it folded small. Each /// represents the end of a napkin surface signaling where one would unfold to reach a larger, thinner surface. Also, the original literal translation included crossed out lines, missing letters, stray ink, etc]

open slowly
use your eye-lids when needed ///

I saw the storm of tomorrow brewing
in the shallow ocean of today. I saw Gregory
had been talking. I also saw the sun was
coming more over the power plant on land.
Due East and the sea were in accord ///

1 Incandescent
Torchier Lamp
crackles now too
slow now too brate

3 What is that?
- That is spit frozen
on the sidewalk

4 Tear the force-field down

2 Forgetful artistry
brewing up stews
in contingency for ...
something

5 Low spells of torture in a
soft daydream

6 Melancholic delight ///

8 and inside things move slower. The hope is that if the cycle slows and hit enough ________________ is seen from enough angles. The hopefully something grander will emerge. Blatancy supersedes and judgment and a level of confusion enters the air ______ quite possibly tempered

And so there is a seventeen-year-old and a nineteen-year-old sitting on cold sand watching the sun eke over a (somehow) smoking power station. Feeling. A strange activity in that sense for Alexander. (Feelings had turned into bad feelings which turned into worse feelings which had turned into numbness which turned into a feeling of non-feeling.) And now ... the Moon the everything ///

e ma n er of peace bottoms out. In accordance x ome forgotten dream (of purpose) I inject my it with embalmer's fluid - became confused, panic- and continue with a self-assurance born out of repetition repetition. The panic. In the preceding confusion, a gap in the embalming process occurs and anything rushes into the once pure museum with humidity control. Why is this message here? A hyper-distilled fugue. The cycles spun round to align. Unexpectedly the cellar door opens to the sunlight somehow bringing in all weather- concentrated, distilled.

In a lifestyle such as this, This is how things stick. "Hey Gregory?" "Yes, Alexander" What is this? This is the tape recorder of your life. "How does that work? ____________ and the questioning - the preceding confusion - this whatever X tinged absence because here, "What is that?" "That is spit frozen on the sidewalk" "oh" And that is close enough a description as anyone could reasonably ask.

And you aren't so much in control over what precipitation freezes and what doesn't. Depends on what you and I and how and why. Walking out of the intricately delirious rhythms of the coffee show ___ stomach, tongue and mind burned stale - I see my unfinished magnum opus - looking up and down New York City Avenues at red lights, The avenues that stretch for dozens of blocks unbroken ///

[This side was left blank] /[There could be double all 4 pages by writing on the back]/ (also I used bigger handwriting in 2nd quarter or one 00 eighth) /

He -------------------------------------------------------------------------//

~wakes up` : in an odd way like Neo at the beginning of The Matrix 3 all white and confused and in a subway station alone and it's so modern it's ultra modern and changing quite a bit./

Alexander ~wakes up ` in the gem room of the American Museum of Natural History in New York City. he begins //

to a tincture of of potentia --------------------------------------l
you see. it comes in many ways. they get fuzzy around the edges because the edges is where you try to. contain it but not really fits at thr eee ee e
ackwardsb back bass doublyes you see. +he edges confuse
and distort///



male bb female bb
phenotype bb * bb
genotype bb * bb

----------------- green Brown
hazel------------eyes light blue
-----------------yellow Brown

but light brown the kid has.///


knowledge comes from within ///

lolcat and the hat keyboard / 1 ^ 140 char set keyboard / flashcards symbols

sixth avenue empties into dawn (executive summary version)

i wondered why anything would be created to feel. this way, got up and walked east to find enough sun to burn my eyes away. trying to figure out how to stop my cigarettes from burning (smoke) when they weren't needed



WM Blair

an almost lacy feel

like ache and yearn and make weird hand gestures. Are you coming in to go to the party tonight is that tonight - when I go back to the apartment - nothing had really changed - at least - or something. I can come back anytime. your skin is soft but it also has an almost lacy feel

some outshining

so what ...
Since I am the least bit weaker than Atticus Finch ...
I'm a weak and untrustworthy man?
Please draft me into a smaller pool of men
with only tricksy losers available as reference