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For a second, today, I was going to be a little crazy and be like "GUYS LET'S GO OFF PROMPT, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE MEALS" and then I was like "Wow, if I wanted to crave non-salad food more than I am craving it right now, that is exactly what I would say to other people" so my idea #2 was "GUYS LET'S GO OFF PROMPT, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE SALADS" but then, y'all, I fuckin' bought all the ingredients for TACO SALAD tonight and I'm eating them for lunch tomorrow, because if there is a fake salad that still contains 50% greens, my friends, taco salad is that salad. And it will be delightful.
As an explanation it's payday and I usually like to celebrate payday with some alcohol and pizza, or Chinese food. And I can't. Well, at least for the pizza/chinese food part.
Then I opened my big ol' book of prompts and I saw this one, and i was like "Hey. That's actually a good prompt." So we're not going to go off-prompt at all, at least not today.
Here goes:
Prompt #12: Write about an imaginary or mythical creature.
Shameless inspired by this poem, though the capybara is in no ways an imaginary or mythical creature, but maybe reading this will give you guys some inspiration.
Happy Thurs! Happy Thirst!
(My response to the prompt) There's still a reward out for you, you know. Either you do exist, or no one cares enough that you don't to revoke it. Will you be a bet permanently on the books? But I should like to find you. I would grab you by your tail and quote Bible verses til you granted me three wishes at you, except I do not know that Book that well. Its stories, yes, fables, but no not its words to be exact. I would like to hunt you. Not much, not many the way you are like are taken for any serious teaspoon anymore, for sure, but just a little. Some pedestrians swear by Bigfoot, but oh, you dirty, Jersey Devil, I would whirl for you.
When your eyes are closed that is when you see them most. They are happy. They are content. They are beautiful. What that means tends to differ from person to person. In another time or place you might have called them a friend, but most only feel resentment when they see them. Where do they live? How do I become like them? Who are they?
The anonymous internet. Everyone thinks that it's real, but that's only because the agencies responsible for tracking and learning everything about you pay news organizations to churn out fluff articles about the safe, faceless, friendly nature of the web. Oh and 4chan. Which, by the way, one of said agencies not only founded, but initially populated with several of its "undercover" (is it really undercover if you don't have to put on any semblance of a disguise, just hunch before a screen?) agents in order to spur discussion and anchor the board's apparent predominant politics and beliefs within realms which would encourage other users that they could freely say absolutely anything on the Internet; that they had some inherent right to this purported freedom; and that they were safe from the eyes and their identification by the government.