at the risk of establishing a bloggy behavioral pattern: all weekend my mind was totally stuck on friday's entry. not because of any tangible brilliance--or particular competence, for that matter--but for the fact that i think it would be a fun writing game to play with people. if you and i were to play, we would each have to write down a single line from a song, then would switch papers and have to write a snapshot of prose or a poem that used that line. it could be fun little rapid-fire game that may get the collective neurons firing agreeably, given a big enough jug of rossi and the proper lighting. lighting is crucial. the hardest part would be coming up with a line for the other, given that you want to screw them, but not so badly that they stare dumbly at you for a second, then leave the room, muttering something that's hard to hear but definitely includes the words "friendship" and "over." for an example of the kind of line we'd want to avoid, consider snoop's
"That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat"
although, admittedly, that one is fairly f'ing tempting. just thinking about this for 2 seconds fills my head with rap lyrics that would be nasty to pull on someone. i mean, what do you do if someone says, "okay, you have 5 minutes to write about the following," then hands you scarface's
"And if your shit is flimsy then your ass is gonna bend"
with that as your motif--your idiom, as it were--there are only so many directions you can go.
..i got this killah up inside of me...
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