Collective Storywriting

This is not a new notion, but it's usually good for a few cheap thrills til everyone gets bored with it. Okay.

The pothead said, I like the spinning lights. The acidhead said, I am the spinning lights. The drunk said, the lights are spinning.

 

Then, the acidhead (whose name was Syd) started rubbing the spinning lights and making out with them, because they were of a common ancestor and he would soon become one with them.

This made the pothead, Mary, anxious, because it was attracting too much attention.

Auto, the drunk, was oblivious to the whole scene, as he was throwing up in the bushes, while it was happening.

 

OK I've added this onto our existing collective story, see if you can be clever and join all the different story lines up
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