Nothing breaks up the drudgery of a too-long workday like finding out you hold the winning Powerball ticket. But the next best thing is looking down at your desk and projecting artistic value onto some random piece of text.
gammahydroxybutyrate (GHB)
goddamn but god damn you
good night
(have) gotten
guerrilla
gun hand (actual hand)
This from the publisher's style sheet to Tom Clancy's Power Plays, #8: Wild Card. And, wow, does it look like a real thriller.
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Not that I should be complaining about my job. KC went in today to earn some summer dollars (doing administrative tasks I guess) at the high school where she works. What an atmosphere. They even provide the construction helmets which are required when walking in the halls. Although, signs warning not to use the bacteria contaminated water seem to have been only randomly placed. Well, at least, school doesn't start for three or four weeks.
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Hell, here's a scrambled egg using the Clancy style sheet that so amused me today. ("This is my brain. This is my brain on alienated labor.") Let's call this piece "Femme For Real Fatale."
café
calloused
naive
night vision
sizable
whiskey
voice mail
oughtta (dialogue only)
heat=seaking
axe
hooves
seigneur
off balance
backseat
bandolier
blonde (fem n)
machine gun
awhile meaning "for a whie"
the Sunglasses
okay
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