MJ Topix School of Creative Writing

MJ Topix School of Creative Writing

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#1 Mar 30, 2012
I find people seem to think this MJ topix is an excuse to use their creative writing skills - and they are right!!=D Oh we have had some exceptional students and - we have had some repetive mono~drone blah blah blah wanna be reak stinkaroo's. I like nutty fruitcake hillbilly octo loving writing style of winter of 2010 Mullins but I also like Fall Inda River Flippn middle finger and kickn kittylitter in hater face style of marley the cat.
Rember people if yur not havn fun don't do it!duh!

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#2 Mar 30, 2012
I kinda like the third person Octopus but octo quit doing it but jim- thinks octo should do Octopus third person days .

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#3 Mar 31, 2012
* reak could work but I meant to type real

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#4 Mar 31, 2012
"Here kitty kitty " ~ puts out bowl of milk ~

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#5 Mar 31, 2012
So anyway some people use a nasty sarcastic insulting writing style . They often disquise it really well if they are superior intelectually and some dumbass responds not having a clue . Many yuck yucks , bullying and crybabby whining about being picked on and lots of fans relating to how MJ felt in this cruel world. Its not fair yeah ,duh um not everyone gets a prize grow up kiddies.

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#6 Mar 31, 2012
Some people lack confidence and have inferiority complex so they leave writing to others . They just like to hide and use the judge symbols ~

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#7 Mar 31, 2012
Jina Wild is pretty witty

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#8 Mar 31, 2012
MJ Topix School of creative writing welcomes new comers!=D pic ah team or bat for both sides dont matter.

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#9 Mar 31, 2012
You ever feel like you were all alone?

InDaHouse

“New year, more f'loon denial”

Since: Jul 10

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#10 Apr 1, 2012
jim - wrote:
So anyway some people use a nasty sarcastic insulting writing style .
I can't help it.

J-J-Jina Wild

“VITILIGO”

Since: Jun 10

IS A BIOTCH

#11 Apr 2, 2012
InDaHouse wrote:
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I can't help it.
Nor me but we hide it well because we are intellectually superior. That's no compliment though, not on this forum. It's like sending Verne Troy to a creche and telling him that he's a big man now.

InDaHouse

“New year, more f'loon denial”

Since: Jul 10

Dark Recesses, Your Mind

#12 Apr 2, 2012
It's incredible how our minds work. Something that seemed bad, or painful, or dangerous at the time (perhaps even bad, painful *and* dangerous) can be thought of as something good, even desirable, when looked at through the lens of nostalgia and our current situation. It explains why old people yearn for 'the good old days', or why women can be convinced to get pregnant and give birth again.
.....

The thing I remember most are the smells. The cheap cologne on the old men, as if they are going on a date. The beer on the breaths of the boisterous boys who would wrestle with each other in the anteroom, and yell filthy suggestions to each other through the walls while they were with their girls. Our own perfume, cheap and sickly sweet. The incense that Lyudmila lit to cleanse her room of the aura of what she called the 'wicked, disgusting man beasts'. The scents wafting from the kitchen in the dormitory, where the pair of wizened babushkas who took care of us tried to recreate the dishes from the respective villages of us homesick girls. The intense masculine smell of Grigor as he told me how my grandparents were faring and the new nice things that my money had bought for them to make their life more comfortable - a new, bigger heater for those bitterly cold nights, a new jacket for grandfather or a new cooker for grandmother - even when he knew they had been dead for more than a year.
......

My mind drifted back to that summers day when Grigor first visited my grandparents house. My father had died in the Chechen war, not from a bomb or a bullet from the enemy but from a lieutenant's drunken lurch on to the pavement with his car, my father just in the wrong place at the wrong time. My mother, heartbroken, lost the will to live without her ljub, so here I was, sharing a home with two people I loved but who had no idea about what I needed. I was lying on the bed and heard Grigor through the wall explaining to my grandparents that he needed strong young Russian women for his factory in another country, that if I worked hard I could send money back home and make life easier for them, they wouldn't need to work from dawn to dusk tending the animals and vegetable plots. I was pleading in my mind for them to say yes - I am young, and I want to wear lipstick and nail polish and to meet handsome boys, I want to go dancing and giggle with some new friends. My grandparents weren't sure, so they called me out and explained everything to me, then asked me if I wanted to go. I looked at Grigor, he seemed kind and gentle, of course I wanted to leave with him tomorrow more than anything else in the world. I pretended to hesitate - oh, I am such an actress!- and then nodded shyly.
.....

The only smells I experience these days are the intense urine smells in the lift, the smell of grease from the neighbors who seem to be perpetually frying greasy food, and the foul odour from the Manar cigarettes that the Libyan refugee girl I share this flat with consumes one after another. My social worker says that after the court case I will be able to live a free life, get an education and move out of this box the government so kindly allows me to live in. I wonder if I could still find Lyudmila after all this is over.

InDaHouse

“New year, more f'loon denial”

Since: Jul 10

Dark Recesses, Your Mind

#13 Apr 3, 2012
This letter was found in a cheap, dilapidated hotel room in Youngstown Ohio and passed on to us. We are not sure who wrote it.

__________

Hey Mom!

You asked me to write a note and let you know what I've been up to, so here it is.

Work has been going OK. Well, you know the whole modelling thing went pear shaped... I guess the modelling world wasn't ready for a man in touch with his emotions that burst out crying at every photo shoot. It also didn't help that I yelled 'F You' at anybody who gave me any hint of criticism and that I punched a few people when they said something bad about me. Anyway, I desperately needed money so now I am being paid an inordinate amount to rape the local ecology. It's easy! All I do is drill a hole and then pump in a toxic wash of water and chemicals and hey bingo! the groundwater in that area is spoiled for generations. Levon, one of the guys I work with (and who I consider pretty smart, he finished high school after all) says we could be destroying sources of water for the local citizens through our actions but I just use the jingoistic fallback of 'oil security' to shut him up. Nothing like calling an opinion 'un-American' to stifle valid debate!

The only negative thing with my job is the loneliness. There isn't much opportunity to meet women in this kind of work. I do find my colleagues confusing though, whenever I say 'Pity there are no girls here', they usually say 'Just one' and then look at each other and burst out laughing. I'm not sure what they mean by that. I haven't seen her. The good thing is that I've been haunting an online forum and I've met someone really nice. The best thing is that I think she is really fat, so I think I've got a good chance as no-one else would be interested in her. You know my track record with women, Mom, and I know I haven't shone, but this girl I can interact with without being entirely drunk. A breakthrough, no? Anyway, lots of people are so mean to her and I have made it my mission to protect and defend her, for two reasons. One, it makes me feel like a real man and two, if I can get her to depend on me it will be harder for to give me the flick once she knows me well enough to catalogue my multitude of flaws. My dream is to one day actually communicate in private with her, but that will have to wait. For now, we just type supportive messages to each other in the forum.

Anyway, this forum is a Michael Jackson forum (yes, yes, I know you don't believe me when I say I actually knew him, but it's true, dammit!) and remember what Dad told me (before he left us)? When you want to impress, just pretend to be a lawyer. Well, I tried it, but nobody was impressed. They just laughed at me! Some people are so mean. I cried for days over that. These people also say Michael was a child molestor (yes Mom, I know we have been over and over about how there is no way I could know whether he was he wasn't) and I keep telling them he is innocent. They can't fathom that I just 'know'. They are people of little faith, Mom. I guess you would be able to relate with them, you being so smart and all.

Anyway Mom, writing this letter has left me kind of depressed, what with me laying out my problems and realising how crap my life is, so I am going to finish off this bottle of red and sob softly for a few hours before falling asleep.

I love you Mom.
Jermaine

Vermilion, OH

#14 Apr 3, 2012
InDaHouse wrote:
This letter was found in a cheap, dilapidated hotel room in Youngstown Ohio and passed on to us. We are not sure who wrote it.
__________
Hey Mom!
You asked me to write a note and let you know what I've been up to, so here it is.
Work has been going OK. Well, you know the whole modelling thing went pear shaped... I guess the modelling world wasn't ready for a man in touch with his emotions that burst out crying at every photo shoot. It also didn't help that I yelled 'F You' at anybody who gave me any hint of criticism and that I punched a few people when they said something bad about me. Anyway, I desperately needed money so now I am being paid an inordinate amount to rape the local ecology. It's easy! All I do is drill a hole and then pump in a toxic wash of water and chemicals and hey bingo! the groundwater in that area is spoiled for generations. Levon, one of the guys I work with (and who I consider pretty smart, he finished high school after all) says we could be destroying sources of water for the local citizens through our actions but I just use the jingoistic fallback of 'oil security' to shut him up. Nothing like calling an opinion 'un-American' to stifle valid debate!
The only negative thing with my job is the loneliness. There isn't much opportunity to meet women in this kind of work. I do find my colleagues confusing though, whenever I say 'Pity there are no girls here', they usually say 'Just one' and then look at each other and burst out laughing. I'm not sure what they mean by that. I haven't seen her. The good thing is that I've been haunting an online forum and I've met someone really nice. The best thing is that I think she is really fat, so I think I've got a good chance as no-one else would be interested in her. You know my track record with women, Mom, and I know I haven't shone, but this girl I can interact with without being entirely drunk. A breakthrough, no? Anyway, lots of people are so mean to her and I have made it my mission to protect and defend her, for two reasons. One, it makes me feel like a real man and two, if I can get her to depend on me it will be harder for to give me the flick once she knows me well enough to catalogue my multitude of flaws. My dream is to one day actually communicate in private with her, but that will have to wait. For now, we just type supportive messages to each other in the forum.
Anyway, this forum is a Michael Jackson forum (yes, yes, I know you don't believe me when I say I actually knew him, but it's true, dammit!) and remember what Dad told me (before he left us)? When you want to impress, just pretend to be a lawyer. Well, I tried it, but nobody was impressed. They just laughed at me! Some people are so mean. I cried for days over that. These people also say Michael was a child molestor (yes Mom, I know we have been over and over about how there is no way I could know whether he was he wasn't) and I keep telling them he is innocent. They can't fathom that I just 'know'. They are people of little faith, Mom. I guess you would be able to relate with them, you being so smart and all.
Anyway Mom, writing this letter has left me kind of depressed, what with me laying out my problems and realising how crap my life is, so I am going to finish off this bottle of red and sob softly for a few hours before falling asleep.
I love you Mom.

So you are tryin your hand at creative writing. Better keep your day job, if you even have one. Some corretions: The hotel room is actually very nice with a king bed, living room area, cable T.V. and room service from the restaurnt downstairs anytime I want it. I don't consider my life "crap" or my job "raping the local ecology". Actually, I find some of this letter amusing. But you know, you really shouldn't make fun of people. You never know when you might need them or learn something from them. Yeah, even from someone like me.

InDaHouse

“New year, more f'loon denial”

Since: Jul 10

Dark Recesses, Your Mind

#15 Apr 3, 2012
Jermaine wrote:
<quoted text>
So you are tryin your hand at creative writing. Better keep your day job, if you even have one. Some corretions: The hotel room is actually very nice with a king bed, living room area, cable T.V. and room service from the restaurnt downstairs anytime I want it. I don't consider my life "crap" or my job "raping the local ecology". Actually, I find some of this letter amusing. But you know, you really shouldn't make fun of people. You never know when you might need them or learn something from them. Yeah, even from someone like me.
Gosh Jermaine, nobody said it was about you. Narcissist.

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#16 Apr 3, 2012
InDaHouse wrote:
This letter was found in a cheap, dilapidated hotel room in Youngstown Ohio and passed on to us. We are not sure who wrote it.
__________
Hey Mom!
You asked me to write a note and let you know what I've been up to, so here it is.
Work has been going OK. Well, you know the whole modelling thing went pear shaped... I guess the modelling world wasn't ready for a man in touch with his emotions that burst out crying at every photo shoot. It also didn't help that I yelled 'F You' at anybody who gave me any hint of criticism and that I punched a few people when they said something bad about me. Anyway, I desperately needed money so now I am being paid an inordinate amount to rape the local ecology. It's easy! All I do is drill a hole and then pump in a toxic wash of water and chemicals and hey bingo! the groundwater in that area is spoiled for generations. Levon, one of the guys I work with (and who I consider pretty smart, he finished high school after all) says we could be destroying sources of water for the local citizens through our actions but I just use the jingoistic fallback of 'oil security' to shut him up. Nothing like calling an opinion 'un-American' to stifle valid debate!
The only negative thing with my job is the loneliness. There isn't much opportunity to meet women in this kind of work. I do find my colleagues confusing though, whenever I say 'Pity there are no girls here', they usually say 'Just one' and then look at each other and burst out laughing. I'm not sure what they mean by that. I haven't seen her. The good thing is that I've been haunting an online forum and I've met someone really nice. The best thing is that I think she is really fat, so I think I've got a good chance as no-one else would be interested in her. You know my track record with women, Mom, and I know I haven't shone, but this girl I can interact with without being entirely drunk. A breakthrough, no? Anyway, lots of people are so mean to her and I have made it my mission to protect and defend her, for two reasons. One, it makes me feel like a real man and two, if I can get her to depend on me it will be harder for to give me the flick once she knows me well enough to catalogue my multitude of flaws. My dream is to one day actually communicate in private with her, but that will have to wait. For now, we just type supportive messages to each other in the forum.
Anyway, this forum is a Michael Jackson forum (yes, yes, I know you don't believe me when I say I actually knew him, but it's true, dammit!) and remember what Dad told me (before he left us)? When you want to impress, just pretend to be a lawyer. Well, I tried it, but nobody was impressed. They just laughed at me! Some people are so mean. I cried for days over that. These people also say Michael was a child molestor (yes Mom, I know we have been over and over about how there is no way I could know whether he was he wasn't) and I keep telling them he is innocent. They can't fathom that I just 'know'. They are people of little faith, Mom. I guess you would be able to relate with them, you being so smart and all.
Anyway Mom, writing this letter has left me kind of depressed, what with me laying out my problems and realising how crap my life is, so I am going to finish off this bottle of red and sob softly for a few hours before falling asleep.
I love you Mom.
GUFFAW!!

J-J-Jina Wild

“VITILIGO”

Since: Jun 10

IS A BIOTCH

#17 Apr 4, 2012
InDaHouse wrote:
This letter was found in a cheap, dilapidated hotel room in Youngstown Ohio and passed on to us. We are not sure who wrote it.
__________
Hey Mom!
You asked me to write a note and let you know what I've been up to, so here it is.
Work has been going OK. Well, you know the whole modelling thing went pear shaped... I guess the modelling world wasn't ready for a man in touch with his emotions that burst out crying at every photo shoot. It also didn't help that I yelled 'F You' at anybody who gave me any hint of criticism and that I punched a few people when they said something bad about me. Anyway, I desperately needed money so now I am being paid an inordinate amount to rape the local ecology. It's easy! All I do is drill a hole and then pump in a toxic wash of water and chemicals and hey bingo! the groundwater in that area is spoiled for generations. Levon, one of the guys I work with (and who I consider pretty smart, he finished high school after all) says we could be destroying sources of water for the local citizens through our actions but I just use the jingoistic fallback of 'oil security' to shut him up. Nothing like calling an opinion 'un-American' to stifle valid debate!
The only negative thing with my job is the loneliness. There isn't much opportunity to meet women in this kind of work. I do find my colleagues confusing though, whenever I say 'Pity there are no girls here', they usually say 'Just one' and then look at each other and burst out laughing. I'm not sure what they mean by that. I haven't seen her. The good thing is that I've been haunting an online forum and I've met someone really nice. The best thing is that I think she is really fat, so I think I've got a good chance as no-one else would be interested in her. You know my track record with women, Mom, and I know I haven't shone, but this girl I can interact with without being entirely drunk. A breakthrough, no? Anyway, lots of people are so mean to her and I have made it my mission to protect and defend her, for two reasons. One, it makes me feel like a real man and two, if I can get her to depend on me it will be harder for to give me the flick once she knows me well enough to catalogue my multitude of flaws. My dream is to one day actually communicate in private with her, but that will have to wait. For now, we just type supportive messages to each other in the forum.
Anyway, this forum is a Michael Jackson forum (yes, yes, I know you don't believe me when I say I actually knew him, but it's true, dammit!) and remember what Dad told me (before he left us)? When you want to impress, just pretend to be a lawyer. Well, I tried it, but nobody was impressed. They just laughed at me! Some people are so mean. I cried for days over that. These people also say Michael was a child molestor (yes Mom, I know we have been over and over about how there is no way I could know whether he was he wasn't) and I keep telling them he is innocent. They can't fathom that I just 'know'. They are people of little faith, Mom. I guess you would be able to relate with them, you being so smart and all.
Anyway Mom, writing this letter has left me kind of depressed, what with me laying out my problems and realising how crap my life is, so I am going to finish off this bottle of red and sob softly for a few hours before falling asleep.
I love you Mom.
Haha!!!! Classic!

J-J-Jina Wild

“VITILIGO”

Since: Jun 10

IS A BIOTCH

#18 Apr 4, 2012
Jermaine wrote:
<quoted text>
Some corretions:.
Oh, don't you just hate it when that happens?!

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#19 Apr 4, 2012
Where is Boo ?

“He be scratching his leg ...”

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#20 Apr 4, 2012
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Where is Boo ?
I'm here ...

Can I be excused now?

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