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The curtian goes up. Four women are sitting at a table in a resturant. They are drinking wine, and all of a sudden one of the women spills it all over herself.

Inspiration for the Uninspired

This is something that I was working on, its just a list of ways to get inspired, for me at least. I always have trouble deciding what to write and how to get an idea. Let me know what you think.

Inspiration for the Uninspired

Take a look out the window and write about what you see
a bird, a tree, a car, a person.

Go to the beach and lay in the sand,
stair at the waves and clear your mind.

Look in the mirror,
reflect, and take yourself out of yourself.

Fall in love with someone completely different than yourself,
evoke that emotion.

Take a blank canvas and pour some paint on it,
close your eyes and use your fingers as a brush.

Get on the bus and go,
it doesn’t matter where it takes you.

Go to the bar and have some drinks
lose your mind, just for a little while
you never know what it may find

Take a drive to the country
put the windows down and enjoy the breeze on your face
feel free.

Make a song and sing it in the shower,
let it come from your heart.

Look at life from someone else perception.

snowball poem on Cinderella.

Lost.
Glass slipper.
Gone like night.
Vanishing music and laughter.
Prince finds slipper to return.
Then surprisingly, owner and slipper reunite.
It is love at first sight again.
They get married and live happily ever after.

story based on the lines the class wrote.

It was hot and sunny, so I decided to go to the beach and fly kites with some of my closet friends. Then all of a sudden the clouds became dark and it began to thunder and lighting. To be honest, I’m not impressed with it like some people are. As a child I was more amused with these like clowns and my dreams. There was one dream that I had when a clown took off all his clothes and went streaking through my neighborhood. The whole time he was running, he had the biggest smile on his face. The worst dream that I ever had was when I was thirteen. I opened up my front door and Santa was there, standing in the door way with a very large gun. For some reason he came in and kissed mommy. The joke was on him, because little did he know, but mommy was in a coma. He just sat back and thought about what he did, and had no idea at the time that she was sick. He wanted to thank her for the experience somehow, so he sent a bouquet of roses with a card that said “for the best kite runner ever”. The roses must have been magical because she woke up and the next day invited him back to the house. When asked if anything happened, she responded you know guys, they always need something.

Irony

The stage dims. A cast member comes out, dressed all in black. He smiles a devlish grin. The lights go off and people start screaming.

Don't Get Wet

The air conditioner is not turned on. The curtain rises. 24 Performers enter stage each holding a bucket. Performers grab water balloon from bucket and throw at audience.

Retailer Product Diversification

In New York, Barney called his good friend Mr. Fred Segal in Los Angeles. He wanted to discuss the new man about town Odin. Odin just moved to the east village and was creating a little stir. Mr. B. Goodman overheard the conversation while his head was pressed up against the wall decided to telephone his former paramour Mr. Ron Herman. Mr. Herman concluded that it was much to-do about nothing and that he had seen better American Rag. The real Scoop was that he saw Jeffrey the former golden boy at Mario’s trying to play the part of respectability while he was leaving Atruim with Riccardi. Mr. Goodman let out a squeal of delight
“If only I were a BlackBird on the wall”
“No no my dear you resemble more of the mighty Oak variety”
“Well you certainly insist on being cross”
“My apologies dear I am a bit beastly today after hearing of Mitchells departure.”
“The Mitchalls from Westport”
“Oh no you confuse them for the Richards of Greenwich”
“Well they certainly are one in the same now aren’t they? They always work paired up”
“It doesn’t matter they’re off to Louis Boston and they took Jake along” Mr. Herman spat
“I thought the harlots name was Maxfield”
“What ever they call the bitch does not matter. What’s done is done. I’m off for a liquid lunch and it is time I bid you farewell.”
“Lunch? With whom?”
“Lisa Kline. I don’t care for her much she is a bit of a bore but when you’re out with Lisa Kline Men just flock and lets face it we all got to eat.”
“Well isn’t that just fabulous. I shall let you go then dear au revoir”
As Mr. B. Goodman hung up the receiver Mr. Neiman Marcus, Mr. Stanley Korshak, and Mr. Steven Alan stepped into his office.
The three Villians hardly ever step out of the Villians Vault. This must be of some very important. Even Barney quickly stopped and assumed the position for eavesdropping.
“How’s it going there Scout?” Mr. Korshak asked
“I Wish you use my name Mr. Korshak and I am well thank you and yourself?”
“Don’t take it out of Context now LuLu, the fellows and I came down here to see how our newest account is doing”
“I’m doing very well sir. I am on my way out to make a sales call.”
“Good. We need this Union to be a BBlessing. Everything must run smoothly”
“I understand that sir”
“Do you?”
“Yes sir”
“Now I know that when you first stared the three of us gave you a time on the… Active Ride Shop, but we just want you to be prepared for what may await you out there.” Mr. Alan encouraged
“Yes sir I understand. Like I said I’m on my way out to a call”
“Just make sure you always bring your own Saks. Fifth Avenue is no where to get caught unprepared. If you come back with something you’re not suppose to we will let you go.”
“This is a small order; Jack’s Surfboards need to get waxed.”
They were very pleased with this and made there way towards the door. Before leaving Mr. Marcus turned and said “Very well then but do change your attire we don’t want you meeting clients looking like a common working girl. Always remember, when you step out of The Closet you represent us.”