chickens don't menstruate
for the unfiltered challenge
are they foetuses or are they chicken periods?
aunt lydia was right; the horrifying can become ordinary
can the ordinary become horrifying?
i think so. i think that is the greatest trick to pull.
didn't hitchcock say something like that?
make the commonplace terrifying?
make the dark funny. make the weird sexy.
it's how to pull people in.
swallow them up.
whole.
into a hole.
making a new whole out of me.
like a chimera. chomp chomp.
chimp with a typewriter.
hitchcock. attwood.
round and round
spinning, dizzy.
do i have any thoughts of my own?
are they all just the results of social brownian motion?
like an AI, forever pulling from what already exists
am i in here at all
or am i a mish mash of everyone else
if I was a robot, would I even know it?
eating omlettes
with fake cheese
wiping melted butter off my chin
spinning candy floss from this mess of other people's thoughts in my head
the ordinary can be confusing
and
the horrifying can be delicious
and
that's how I know I'm human
i think
one little person pinging from one thought to another
to cake
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This is a very well written!
Oooo. Yes... profound to cake. Good direction!
Well that’s how it’s done! Great stream of consciousness piece and challenge entry L.C.!
I'm so glad AI wasn't around during Hitchcock's era or any other of my favorite authors or playwrights!
Yeah, I think I've gone down this rabbit hole of thinking a few times haha. Well written, LC!
Oh my, brownian motion! It's been ages since I heard that!
The title brought me here. Haha! I love the piece!
Another messed-up, brilliant piece of whatever the heck that was. Love it!
Wonderfully wired and loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
love this stream of consciousness. It's like my mind
God, this is why we get on and like each other (don't we?) you have a similar mind to mine lol. I love all and everything about this, LC and so glad you have unleashed this. I love stream of consciousness for filtering out all the stuff that makes no sense elsewhere, half ideas and then taking them to town etc. This is just magic and yes, as others have concluded, you ended with cake as you should. Also, the title is brilliant and the picture is brilliant. You are brilliant. Don't even doubt it. It takes a special kind of writer to brain dump and it still make a reasonable amount of sense, that makes me smile at almost every line and the ones where I am not smiling I am seriously considering your ponderings. Bloody spectacular. Away to read your other!
What a brilliant stream of consciousness, LC! Love and compassion define us as humans, so you definitely are not AI. Unless we all live in a Matrix.
So glad you ended with cake. As you should! This was brill.
Delightful stream of conscious deliberation....
Great poem. Great thoughts.
Sounds normal to me...
Nice work.
A/N I enjoyed this, and I think I need to do this daily, to be honest, even if I don't publish them. I jot down so many thoughts and ideas so they can't escape. It's like the act of jotting short-circuits them, and the train of thought goes uurrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkk on the tracks. Shout out to Kayleigh Fraser, who wrote the poem that spark a thought that was the starting point of this.... whatever it is. Here's her piece https://exclusiveofferhub.life/authors/kayleigh-fraser-105vxs0mg8%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cdiv class="css-w4qknv-Replies">
Always end with cake. Your mind flits about a bit, don't it?
This was freaking awesome! Just remember when you become super popular... I was one of your Vocal O.G.'s 🤣
Hope this gets a top story, LC! This is the writer’s dilemma. Almost everything I write reminds me of books and stories I loved, O’Henry, Kipling, Doyle, Burroughs, Bradbury, Conrad. But ask yourself, who were the writer’s who influenced the writers we admire? Maybe Solomon was right, there really isn’t anything new under the sun.
I love this as a stream of consciousness poem! We keep ping ponging!