For https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/the-weekend-freewrite-10-12-2019-part-3-the-dramatic-twist
"I am not available anymore." He was fuming when he heard this.

I have nothing to say. In case you didn’t realize, part of freewriting is just writing whatever you can to get it out of your head and through your fingers onto the page, and this is what I have to say. I don’t want to talk about fuming or being unavailable. I don’t want to talk about family or nothing or anything. I am avoiding all salient thoughts. I am only writing out of the necessity of writing. Sometimes, that’s just what you do. You shut down. Everything is… terrible? I don’t know. Maybe it doesn’t matter. I say that a lot lately. It seems like what I need to say. I need to say, “It doesn’t matter” a lot. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.

There’s- no, I don’t even what to talk about the things in the room I’m in. I don’t want to talk about people or places or feelings or items or anything. I don’t want to think, either, but I don’t want to not think either. I want to nothing. I want to nothing. Nothing. Nothing

Blah blah blah. This is not me not having thoughts, this is me stopping thoughts, because thoughts are 

Blh ablh blah blah blah

Ha, hey look at those typos. Nope. Don’t even. Don’t listen to the creak of the floor or think about who and what and where and why. There’s no where to disappear to. There’s nothing that’s right to do. There are no decisions to come to. There’s nothing right and nothing wrong. There’s just nothing. So, let there be nothing. Nothing 

Whoo boy, let’s call that five and move on to the next five, k?

Harry laughed, face fleshy, sallow as an onion, eyes googly, the sound of it like clucking.

Chicken. He’s a chicken. Chicken chicken. The chickens are in the henhouse. The heat lamp is on. Years ago, the heat lamp burned down the garage, they think. Hooray. Isn’t it nice that there are things in the world that happened in the past that aren’t happening right now? Is that it? We live 

Nope, don’t wanna go down that path. Don’t wanna think. No thinking. Thinking about a string. That’s safe. A string of string. There’s a knot in it. Oh, no, now I’m thinking about Maniac McGee, which brings things all back around.

Magoo.

Think about you. Two blue zoo do, few whew, phew woo sue rue, due do too to two moo moo moo coo coo coo coo roo

Shoe

Have a very merry christmas. 

Jumping 

Oh, shit, even that is about the incredible jumping frog of calaverous county, and i just can’t

And how about a cheese board? Or a two-ton box of cheezits.

Ha. can’t do food. Nothing. Remember? Nothing. Is there nothing that is… oh crap, now the nothing is about The neverending story, so there’s not even nothing. There’s too much conceptually that ties back into other things.. Ok, not string how about hibiscus, no, how about that one blade of grass… no, how about Kesha. Yes, Kesha.

a fishy smell
How about a fishy smell. I guess… no. Pickled Herring. We’ve been over this. So Kesha. Thank goodness for Kesha. I first discovered Kesha by discovering a parody music video of one of her songs, which I enjoyed, but then when I went to see the real things, I was like, this didn’t need a parody, she’s already making fun of herself. She’s so cool. I like Kesha. I’d like to be her friend. If anyone out there would be willing to introduce us, I’d appreciate that. Maybe someone who can vouch for both of us. Kesha owned a house that a guy in my Groundlings class was living in. I was in that house, and I shared my 3 minutes of stand up with him, and he thought it was good, and I never tried to do anything with that after. He was going to help me learn to dress more fashionably. Also, he mentioned that he was a member of the 1%... It was during the Occupy Wall Street movement time. And also, we were going to write a movie together, a zomromcom, which would feature as its lead, a janitor who cleans up after the marines when they go in and wipe out a zombie nest. It takes place in a world where the zombie apocalypse has happened, but is neither apocalyptic, nor cured. Just, sometimes there are zombies, like they’re something to deal with, but so are car accidents. I liked the idea. I still do. I think it was before Warm Bodies, which I like, but which doesn’t have the same feel… more like Zombieland maybe? But really, it was a classic romcom. His love interest would be the heir to the zombie exterminator company, and he’d give the misimpression that he was a marine, when he was just a lowly janitor. And his best friend was a marine and they’d meet at a company party and hit it off blah blah blah. Very classic romcom stuff with my politics mixed in, which is rare to see, but then also lots of silly zombie-comedy. Oh, I think his dad is a zombie, and they’re keeping him alive. He’s actually a, or well his mom is, a save-the-zombies type. He thinks they shouldn’t be

Oh, shit, and back to dead dads.