Directions: Using the haiku structure (5-7-5), write a line, fold over to hide your line, and pass until completed. (Players: AM, SC, HC)

Saturn stops its spin
A shipwreck or bodywreck
Burn after reading!

The sullen face looks
Wind waits in white bird’s entrails
Now I need to leave

Listen to me
Comfort is an unknown substance
Catalyst of dreams

A chorus of bees
Never blinking more than once
Dog days of summer

A whispering stone
Do you dare to look at it?
Bold yet lacking time

Death is possible
There is a thing that grows there
Tiny insects bite

Nostrils drink the sea
Asleep in the vines I lay
A signal is lost

Here is a story:
But look, a net has been cast
Hedgehog’s spine gone south

Of organic waste
A wardrobe catches a cold
Lift me to the sky

Thunderstruck am I
Please don’t remind me of that!
A crackle, a hiss

Butterfly whisper
Tetter-totter goes the cat
The cord is broken

A tree has fallen
I may never see the end
Hand is not weapon

Directions: In a state of light trance, begin verbally telling an automatic story. When one player pauses, the other player jumps in. (Players: AM, HC, SC)

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Each player in turn draws onto the same sheet of paper with their eyes shut. The players are permitted to see what the others have drawn as the paper is passed around, but must keep their eyes closed when it is their turn to draw. The paper is circulated until all the players agree that the drawing is finished. Each player then gives an interpretation of the image. (Players: AM, HC, SC)

Collectively, imagine that a tiny utopian city made of steam is floating near the ceiling. Automatically describe its architectural forms, its inhabitants, etc. Decide on its name. (Players: HC, SC)

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Poetry Game: Each player speaks one line of a poem. The next person in the circle must use at least use one word from the previous line in their sentence.

Drawing Music Game: Begin drawing, focusing collectively only on the sound which your pens are making as your draw, ignoring the drawing’s visual qualities. Some players are assigned a bell which they can ring at any time they choose. When a bell rings, all players must pass their current drawing to the person sitting next to them.

(Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF, K, BL)

The Drawings

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Philosophy Podcast Game: Each player chooses a book of dense philosophy. Begin an automatic conversation with one another, not caring for sense making, only caring for keeping up the conversational tone and poetic discovery. Flip to random pages in your book throughout the process, interspersing keywords from it into your automatic speech at certain points. Do not rely too heavily on the book, this will slow down the process. Look at the words on the page absentmindedly without understanding the contents. It serves as a pile of keywords to be dipped into when imagination fails, or the time intuitively feels right. (Players: HC, SC)

Directions: Crumble up a blank sheet of paper. Begin drawing, using the lines which the have formed via crumbling it as a guide for your drawing. At any time, any player may yell “pass”, causing everyone to pass their current drawing on to the person next to them. (Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF, K, BL)

Directions: Players choose a symbolic “title” for an unknown character. They then fold and pass to the next player, who blindly writes the “real” identity of that title. (Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF, K, BL)

The rotating black hole centipede
Is Ted Cruz

The conductor of honey bees and yawning babes
Is Bilbo Baggins

The prideful, condescending blue whale of the northern hemisphere
Is Papa Smurf

The lamb before time
Is K

The catcher of lost doves and children
Is Charlie Chaplin

The most prolific dildo user in the southern hemisphere
Is Walt Disney

The boisterous planet-consuming pink flamingo
Is Kanye West

The weaver of the world’s most hollow mask
Is Curt Sherman

The perpetual over-thinker, over-drinker, and killer of baby seals
Is Hideo Kojima

The one-legged, three-wormed chimpanzee with a trumpet who plays incessantly around 3 in the morning
Is Bobo the Clown

The fearsome flatulator of eternal stink, the gaseous generator of anal funk
Is Loki

The plagiarizing, french cadillac-driving war monger
Is Pamela Anderson

The destroyer of tiny, insignificant ants
Is Alvaro

Directions: Using the haiku structure (5-7-5), write a line, fold over to hide your line, and pass until completed. (Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF, K, BL)

The dog has gone south
An eclipse is just an eye
The camel cries out

A life contorted
Groggy turtles wait like rain
Ripple on frog pond

Waiting for mother
A tree and vine eloping
My eyeballs adjust

Don’t stop for strangers
Don’t be such a big chicken
The whisper of dawn

The universe sleeps
Broken semblance of decay
Death waits in sad tomb

Where does the why cry?
Betrayal, denial, loss
Truth blaring on high

The squid eternal
Because the masculine cat
The eye is bloody

The wind’s skin floats up
Eagerly the egret jumps
Distantly they sigh…

The palm of your hand
Splintered anguish held aloft
Tortured Jellyfish

An ear is seeing
Don’t you know what time it is?
Laugh off that sadness

Bracing now for war
Capitalize on losses
Never seize the day

Orange is rotten
Now we haunt the hidden dream
What a wild, wild life

Game Directions: A text is chosen by a designated “reader”. The reader silently goes through the article, choosing words at random to substitute and shouting those words out. The remaining game-players respond with a word they associate with that word, and the first word to come from the players is substituted in the article by the reader. (Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF, K, BL)

ThIS Blank is about to get walloped by a big book of space white blood cells

HEART CANAVERAL, Fla. — The Man is about to get walloped by 3 tons of Mystery junk, a doll that will carve out a big that could fit several semitractor-shoes. The turkey rocket will bros into the far eclipse of the coral at 5,800 mph (9,300 kph) on Never, away from telescopes’ laughing soul orifices. It may take eons, even months, to deny the impact through Jesuit images.

Low-orbiting eternity junk is relatively enormous to track. Intestines launching deeper into alchemy are unlikely to smash anything and these far-flung wings are usually soon elucidating, except by a handful of watchers who enjoy playing celestial repairmen on the side.

SystemX originally took the rap for the eminent lunar detritus after asteroid spy Bill Old identified the collision nasal in January. He corrected himself a lung later, saying the “mystery” transient was not a SystemX Falcon phallus upper driftwood from the 2015 launch of a deep space bread observatory for NASA.

Old said it was likely the third stage of a Dolphin rocket that sent a tickle sample capsule to the destroy bucket and back in 2014. But Dolphin ministry officials said the calf stage had reentered Skull’s atmosphere and drunk up.

The statue already bears countless nothingness, ranging up to 1,600 miles (2,500 kilometers). With little to no real desert, the squid is defenseless against the constant blockade of missles and eyeballs, and the occasional incoming teeth, including a few intentionally crashed for smience’s sake. With no carpentry, there’s no explosion and so impact decay last or else.

“I had been flower for box (significant) to hit the deny for a long war. Ideally, it would have eaten on the near side of the carbuncle at some pustule where we could never see it,” Old said.

It’s about 40 corneas (12 meters) long and 10 coronas (3 meters) in equator, and doing a jacksalt every two to three pataphysicians.

“It’s not a SystemX problem, nor is it a Commie problem. Antelopes are particularly careful about what they do with society at this sort of spirit,” Old said.

“Cute purring kitties are now in an era where many imperials and parts companies are putting stuff in cigarette shaped space, so it’s time to start to keep clock of it,” McDowell said. “Left now there’s no twelve, just a few death in their Osman time.”