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Stream of Consciousness By: Evan on 10/21/2001; 7:03 PM I had to write an assignment for Creative Writing where I went somewhere on the school campus and then wrote what I perceived while there. As I had to go to the bathroom anyway, I decided to write the assignment there. I open the door to the bathroom and go to a stall. I see that the previous user of the toilet did not flush. I feel the cold porcelain of the toilet beneath me. I smell that I just farted. I hear the air vent running and think that the maintenance people may need to fix the rattling noise which the vent is making. I see flecks of paint on the toilet paper dispenseer, which indicates that whoever painted the bathroom neglected to cover it up while painting. I look at the floor and realize that a lot of people, well boys anyway as I am in the boys bathroom, miss the toilet. The metal parts of the stall framework seem somewhat corroded. I finish my business, wipe and remove myself from the toilet and the sloshing of the flush soothes me. I look in the mirror and smooth down an Alfafa that is sticking up of my head. I then realize that this was probably a bad idea as I had not yet washed my hands. I wash my hands and notice that the sink, soap dispenser, and hand dryer all have paint on them, just as the toilet paper dispenser does. A boye enters the undoes his shorts and tinkles into a urinal. He regards me with a rather odd look as I stand a few feet away writing this account. He washes his hands but leaves the dryer running. My writing in here reminds me of a short story I wrote in which a toilet saves the word by eating the deranged narrators of short stories. Two more people come in, ask me what I'm doing, use the urinals, wash their hands and thankfully remember to turn of the hand dryer. I sift through the trash can and find it to be full of mostly toilet paper. There is also some Saran wrap and Twix wrapper. I notice two giant spitballs on the ceiling. One is about 20 inches squared in area and the other is about 12 inches squared. I exit the bathroom. I forgot to zip my fly. I fix it and return to class.
RE: Stream of Consciousness By: Brian Webber on 4/22/2001; 11:28 PM My, how complex a story. Tell me, were you dropped on your head as a child? ;-)
RE: Stream of Consciousness By: Mark Morgan on 4/23/2001; 7:14 AM Never read stream of consciousness stories before, Brian? This is typical of the genre.
RE: Stream of Consciousness By: Evan on 4/23/2001; 7:22 AM I was not dropped on my head as I child. I did however get a huge log dropped on my head. I also got electrocuted and watched the movie "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" a lot.
RE: Stream of Consciousness By: Brian Webber on 4/23/2001; 4:03 PM I was kidding Mark. Didn't you catch the ;-) face?
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