11:11AM one/australia/kurt/crash

It's 11:11am --one is the loneliest number. the red car just drove by. quick hop in--this could be your big break.
he could be the one with a mocha. he's listening to sting and he's got a soul patch. he then crashed into a tree. the air bag exploded and you hop out and run for it. to the tree--you climb. you have his mocha. it's no going to stop.

chop carrots with kurt in the kitchen. he responds with one word (always). were is he? kicking the squirel--looking for love at the welding shop, looking for the janitor--he loves him (it's who he is).

australia is ahead, right in front of me. i see new zealand. i heard the phone ring too late--she answered and now i must go before I am found and struck down.

improv. writing

okay--so it will begin. tomorrow at 11:11am i will stop what i'm doing (my cellphone alarm will alert me) and write whatever comes to mind.

Other options (down the pipeline) for improvisational writing
--wake myself up at 3:33am
--find the word of the day
--respond to the first craigslist personal ad (of the day)
--ask someone what they asked santa for x-mas
--get someone to tell me about the last time they were drunk...
--write the story of the next brown eyes person i see
--always look to page 11 and write about the first headline.pic


umm this is a start (it is a bit set up--i will have to work out the details later)

p.s. i might put in some (un-improvisational stuff every once in a blue moon)
because i can.