The Generator Murder: A Short But True Story
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It was a beautiful Sunday morning…my loudspeakers were streaming that soft jazz music … the type that makes your mind feel all smooth and chill. And the air … why it was the smell of earth turned by the drops of fresh rain cascading the surroundings…it was all beautiful. And my words reflected the beauty of the moment as I typed effortlessly…
Until my neighbor said SCREW your moment, SCREW your writing and turned on his generator wrecking my jazz sound with sounds of discordant metallic chanting while simultaneously polluting the air with the shit smell of Carbon Monoxide … now my writing is all *&@*#&&@*#&@*#&!
Generators kill creativity!
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