My Mad Dream Of An Essay

Remember that time you ate that spicy [soup] just before you went to bed on the night before the big [christmas dinner]?  Oh, that weird dream you had about the 2016 presidential election.  When you woke up you couldn't quite remember the [fierce] details, but after reading "On Self-Reliance" and "A Sound of Thunder" it's all coming back to you now.

The dream started badly.  You were in line with your family at a [airport] waiting to be sent to [Florida].  Everywhere you looked there were posters of president-elect [Trump?], looking like a crazy [goose] who could eat a whole [zebra].   

Suddenly, there was Ralph Waldo Emerson telling you, "[All men have my blood and I have all men's ]."  You realized that you have something to contribute to the world so you decided to [agree].  But it wasn't easy.  First you had to put on a fancy [shirt] and [socks] and then you had make a [time machine] to go back in time to the [supermarket] so you could convince people to learn about the candidates and the [foreign policy issues].

But right there in the [supermarket] there was a giant [man] and he started [shouting] ing at everyone.  People started to [panic].  You grabbed a [toy horn] from a nearby [aisle] and yelled [about the dying syrians].  Everyone stopped and listened, so you kept going.

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