 Originally Posted by Man of Steel
I love doing this, I do it in FlashChat all the time. If I'd known this was here... Anyhow, great idea, Howie! I hadn't thought of it as a way to actually get useful information from the subconscious! Now you've got me all excited! Here goes:
A circular room with four corners stares out at me from the fog. Why there is fog continues to concern me greatly. I close my eyes, or think about closing my eyes, but they do not close. Why do little dogs persist at yapping the night away in the realm of the purple clock-sphere? My dad says this is because the cog on the fourth wheel is missing every other rotation, but my mind doesn't comprehend this quite yet. Do you know what day it is in China? It is neither day nor night in the depths of my field's imagination, the frog said to the oversized penguin. Damn, my wrist is REALLY starting to hurt!
And so I quit and edited for spelling. Hmm...
The 'circular room with four corners' I actually saw when I shut my eyes to clear my mind. It could reference the way I keep stress inside too much, the circular room being a never-ending container in which stress is held, and the four corners being bumps along the way, so to speak. The fog is my constant state of not quite having a concrete opinion, or not feeling like I'm able to voice it when I do. This does indeed bother me. Trying to close my eyes but them not closing may be referencing the way I feel unable to change this. 'Little dogs' could mean my sister-in-law's YorkiePoo, which I can't stand (I can't stand my sister-in-law either) and my sister-in-law's favorite color is purple.
My father is known for being overly optimistic, and often making very silly comments, that sometimes get irritating but sometimes make a little sense, if you look at them right. There's been a lot of talk lately about whether China could get along without the U.S.'s business, and how we are in debt to China as a country. Maybe that entered my thoughts somewhere. My imagination is a dusky place, so 'neither day nor night' seems pretty fitting. The frog and the oversized penguin I don't know about. Oversized seems to have something to do with the really high gas prices when I think about it now.
And my wrist DID hurt because I was typing so fast.
...Wow, I actually pulled quite a bit from that! I think you're definitely onto something here, Howie!
 Originally Posted by Howie
Tap into the bodies being pushed inot the sea the vector condensor has supressed the recall of the inhabitants of the lord who shall be great in moderation to show the disciples the answer to gold melting down into iron .
Thanks Man of Steel.
I have to laugh to think what others might think to read some of these if they do not know the way it is done.
Hope to see you around.
I think it has been a good exercise upon in a lethargic state for or conscious minds to tap back into our subconscious....to a degree.
I often use this when I can't remember any dream recall from the night.
Man of Steel - Oh ya. Also come back a day later or when you are more cognizant and read it. See what you can pull out of it.
Yeah, I've got some pretty confused responses in chat. 
Me and CoLd_BlooDed, Mark75, Amethyst Star and sometimes others do this every now and then, usually in pairs. Sometimes we'll sort of base ours off of the other's, kind of associate them. We can get some pretty crazy stuff going.
It's a bit different than what we're aiming for here, though, I think. I'll go through what I posted yesterday and see if I can make any sense of any of it. See above!
 Originally Posted by phoenelai
okay I think I'd like to get in on this or learn it. How do you do this? Is this a free form word association lyrical explosion! teach me! inquiring minds want to know

I think Howie explained it pretty well in his second post in this topic. Go read the first page, you'll see. Basically, you just clear your mind completely, then type out whatever random words or thoughts that enter your head for a certain amount of time, or until you run out of thoughts. Like I'm about to do...
The Sound of Music beckons to me from the boughs of a nearby willow tree, the vacant lot behind floating in shallow space with a flickering of a smattering of brilliant lights as a shining backdrop, this almost certainly means that my fingers are moving far too fast for light to see, and that the foreign dogs that bite my leg will flow effervescently through the Nile in a hurry unbefitting a queen such as yourself. What does this mean in layman's terms? I do not know, but ask the delivery boy. He knows. For sure, surely and sooth the night drags on long from the depths of a bewildered frog's lenient mouth.
I'll stop there. I had a ton of typos in that, from how fast I was typing. And I'm a hunt-and-peck typist. However, I get to typing extremely fast when I do this, as my fingers are trying their best to keep up with my mind.
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