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Call for Guest Writers

Feb 17, 2024 · Scott Paul · 355 words
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Ok, I’m not able to keep up with my daily writings, even though I haven’t missed a day yet, I’m about to break. I’m heading out of town without internet to the Arizonan desert with the family to do some digital detoxing.

I can schedule posts ahead of time, but that means I need to write a handful of posts in advance. I can do this, but the damage my brain might take isn’t good for my longevity.

So I have an idea that might help me out.  I want to publish other people’s writings.  Does anyone have whack-ass ideas that they want to test in front of thousands of lost humans?

Oh, did I just call you lost?? Most of you agree we are all completely lost in the human experiment, but then there are the humans reading this that truly think they have their shit together and know what’s going on.  If you are one of these decieved, it is your writing I want the most.

Those of you who know what’s going on please give me 3 or more paragraphs in a reply to this email and I will publish your knowledge.  All the rest of you who might identify as a lost, wandering soul please tell me about what you are learning.  If you want I will publish your stories as well.

Think about this writing you send me as the last message you get to give to the world before it’s too late and Jesus returns and is here throwing tables. Or worse, Mormon Jesus shows up and snaps his fingers and swallow cities up whole into the earth.  BTW I asked GPT4 what Mormon Jesus did before he came to America and you will realize that even with Chuck Norris still alive, we have zero chance against his Infinity Stones.

If the end of the world frightens you, let me comfort you with the message from the Mormon missionaries.  Just hit them up, I had all the answers when I was one of them, so I am sure they still have them and are eager to share them.

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