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When someone looks clean, it’s hard to imagine them thinking dirty thoughts. When I see someone with styled hair, an ironed buttoned shirt, ironed slacks, ironed everything, I don’t imagine them fondling themselves. It’s impossible... and— and it’s hard to write for 10 minutes. It really is. I’m really struggling with it. And to be honest, I thought about writing something dirtier in this writing session, but I felt really uncomfortable doing that because this is my first time doing this, and I didn’t want people reading this to think, “oh, this guy’s a pervert.” First impressions are very important, y’know, and I don’t want to appear to be a dirty-minded person. I want to be seen as someone decent and respectable. And if I start writing about something real filthy, maybe you’ll think I’m simple-minded, and go straight for something... visceral. Am I using that word correctly? I hope I am. I hope something about this post is interesting, so I’m not boring you or anything. Um... I don’t know how much longer I have. This is really tricky. How can anyone write anything substantial in ten minutes? Maybe the point’s not writing something substantial. I remember junior high school English teachers making me do stuff like free write for ten minutes. It was easier then. Not so much pressure. There shouldn’t be pressure! Okay. I’m going off on a tangent. I’m sorry. Clean. Clean. I have a clean record. Literally. There are no stains on my records. No wrinkles. No dust. Nothing. It’s so clean. Okay, my timer went off. Ten minutes is up, and I’m letting you know by typing this, so I went a little over ten minutes. Damn me! That was a dirty act.

Created: Aug 21, 2012


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