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July 2, 2005

Volume 3, Issue 2

Hullo, as I'm a fan of random books and random lines, let's do that again.

"The graduates were lined up behind the Science building and she found her place just as the line started to move."

Good luck.

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Looking up at the sky on the fourth of July I had no intention to create a sentence with rhyme or reason in it only to explode forth like the rainbow one with the orange tentacles creeping slowly into the East River, taking with it a thousand little girl awes and a thousand more little boy ahs.

It is only on this night that the kids from the projects and the 1.5 kids born to the yuppies who moved into the expensive apartments that sit right next to the projects and look the same huddle together looking up in wonder.

Posted by: rossi at July 2, 2005 5:08 AM · Permalink

The graduates were lined up behind the Science building and she found her place just as the line started to move.
They'd be entering the auditorium soon.

She sat high above the podium, perched on the catwalk, bucket in hand.

"That whiny mousy bitch is going to get hers", she thought to herself.
"Thinks she's normal and liked and everything 'cause she was picked to speak. This will show her."

She waited with the bucket of pig excrement for the right moment.

"After all," she thought, "it's not like poor little Carrie is going to do anything about it, right?"

Posted by: Randy at July 2, 2005 9:44 AM · Permalink

Binky looked back at her, his orange wig shining in the hot midday sun. “I thought you weren’t going to make it on time,” he said.

“I had some difficulty finding the right dotted tie to go with the plaid coat,” she replied. “And I don’t even want to talk about how hot it is under all this belly padding.”

“You think you got problems. My makeup is dripping off onto my size 28s.”

All 54 graduates of the 2005 Arts and Humanities Clown Theory Masters program proudly received their degrees and then single-filed into a pink 1966 Volkswagen Beetle.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at July 2, 2005 12:49 PM · Permalink

She’d been told there was one last test and then on to Commencement.

The Science building was an imposing edifice, twenty floors of glass and steel. Like the other graduates, she had never been inside it. She’d always scoffed that it’s not like you need to know any science to get a journalism degree.

Rows of science graduate students in white coats waited in front of the building. They took her name and then sent her to the basement. Inside was an immense labyrinth. Those who made it through the maze would graduate. And they got to keep the cheese.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at July 2, 2005 1:10 PM · Permalink

It took 20 of those yellow school buses to carry them. It was a two hour ride to the base. The buses pulled up to a big field surrounded by long, low barracks.

The door creaked open and a large, loud man came on the bus.

"All right maggots! Let's get moving. Get out and line up in single file in front of the bus. Move, move, move!"

Mandatory service sucked. But at least she would be a citizen at the end.

She wondered where the drop-outs and non-graduates ended up.

"Wake up Snow White!", he shouted in her ear.

Posted by: Gahrie at July 2, 2005 4:00 PM · Permalink

The graduates were lined up behind the Science building and she found her place just as the line started to move.

As she fingered the detonator to the nuclear bomb under the auditorium, She smiled with the thought that this hack was going to be remembered forever at MIT.

As she pressed the button, she screamed "CAL TECH RULES!"

Posted by: Eric Blair at July 2, 2005 6:03 PM · Permalink