The universe is always making me do some sort of work. I've started doing some laundry. The out - of - unit laundry machines take quarters. That's kind of nice and old-fashioned nowadays. But I guess I'm supposed to make money now. The universe needs to make the Patriarchal Cult's systems start paying me!
When I was a little kid in the Pacific Northwest, there was a question on a multiple choice test about a sea anemone. I think it was about what happens if you poke a sea anemone with a stick.
The choices were something like the following:
A. It squirts water.
B. It closes up.
C. It moves away.
D. It screams in agony.
Now unfortunately, something in my little fourth grade brain was so addled by the last answer being an actual choice on a test that I started to laugh hysterically, and I could not stop laughing, and it disrupted the class, so I got in trouble for it. But I went home and I told the adults about it and they also thought it was a funny choice to have on a test, and they thought I shouldn't have gotten in trouble for laughing. I was like Yay! They're on my side! So just keeping that in mind, here's a writing prompt that some people could play with:
"Hey, you're not the only fish in the sea!"
It's possible one could substitute the following:
A.
Flower...meadow.
B.
Bridesmaid... Bridal tribe.
C.
Alpha. Beta. Gamma. Sigma. Omega. Whatever else is category in whatever else packs of fraternity brothers are supposed to be doing.D.
D.
"Daddy, what's a Cocksucker? - a poem by Shanon Norman"
https://allpoetry.com/poem/15397678-Daddy--what-s-a-Cocksucker--by-Shanon-Norman
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