Devin's Creative Copy Challenges

CCC #93

2010-11-17T19:08:00.001-08:00

1 Understand
2 Rhetoric
3 Embalm
4 Flagellation
5 Guacamole
6 Bougainvillea
7 Passion
8 Noir
9 Stigmata
10 Impudent

Let me understand you correctly: you say that as you were teaching one day on the topic of rhetoric an impudent and haughty female student of yours came to the front of the class room with her body in rhythmic flagellation, not to be confused with the word flatulence 'as you told me', and while she, still walking, removed her stillettos and asked you to place your hands on the desk, you recall that at that very moment you began to sink into a dissociated state of surreality, not previously familiar to you but similar to that of a noir film you said you had seen about four years ago, when all of the sudden you were falling to the ground with red oozing from your hands as if a spiritual stigmata had made its mark upon you; and in your cry of passion to the sky you began to notice that you were no longer in the classroom but rolling down the side of a hill with shrubbery, which you noted to be that of the bougainvillea variety, falling so traumatically slowly that you knew by the time you were at the bottom you would surely find yourself next to an individual ready for the procedure to embalm your remains, and just when you thought you had breathed your last, you lifted your eyelids only to find yourself reclined in your lazy boy with a large glob of guacamole on your chin and the television faithfully playing repetitive infomercials -- did I get the whole story right?
-DR JUMP

CCC #75

2010-09-17T06:48:00.000-07:00

Sleepy
Ascend
Acidic
Sugar
Retain
Contract
Outdated
Comment
Estimate
Original

"Let me tell you something", Mr. Macmillan stated firmly "I am not allowing myself to fall into a sleep beyond my control, yet I allow myself to ascend above myself drifting apart from within my mind". Mr. Macmillan was more than your average ontologist that one might be familiar with, he was the original student of self and being. Mr. Macmillan was speaking at the vastness of an undefined white expanse with no knowledge of an entity that would listen to him. There was a light sound surrounding him that resembled a slight breeze that would rustle through the branches of a forest of pines serving as the only response to his statement. Mr. Macmillan believed that he was truly in control of his own faculties, however this would prove to be no more than another delusion of the place he had entered. It frustrated him that the only response to his comment was that of an unknown origin. He continued to assess his surroundings begging for something to prove itself to him, and a flavor made its way to his mouth ascorbic acid was the element he noticed, something of quite an acidic nature he believed. "When life gives you lemons, just add water and sugar is what I always say." Mr. Macmillan once again attempting to retain a sense of accompaniment. "I was never sleepy, I am much more an aware man than that, I am not incapable of recognizing what you are doing to me." A brilliant thought instantly struck him as if to knock him out of his previous dialogues, the realization was in what he had just said, by saying the word "you." The ability to recognize the boundaries of his current setting became very present. He was in a room, white noise was indeed what he was hearing, there was still no determinable source for the light that made this room so blatantly white, but he knew now that he was indeed in a room. Laying on what gravity determined to be the ground was a document that would later to be determined as a contract. The contract was outdated so far as he could estimate, including language that was barely intelligible.
-DR JUMP

CCC #70

2010-08-26T15:16:00.000-07:00

Surreptitious
Blithering
Eagle
Undulating
Kibosh
Lam
Larynx
Capitulate
Seraphim
Tan

Mr. Macmillan #3
While Mr. Macmillan was sleeping he often found himself imagining to be an eagle. Although the idea of imagining oneself as a creature is not in and of itself odd it was the detail of which his dreams always contained that was remarkable. Mr. Macmillan would soon discover in and outside of sleep that he was a very special individual. In the air he soared higher above the clouds than any other creature, including those of his kind, the flutter of his wings for instance was very powerful undulating the sky itself. He reflected on where it was he was leaving from and going to and learned that he was on the lam from a very dark conniving creature, and seeking out solace in the cherubim and seraphim above. Mr. Macmillan was not sure why he led such a surreptitious life, nor why his own life had been shrouded from his awareness. Some details would insinuate that Mr. Macmillan had subconsciously done these things in order to protect himself, the truth was nonetheless still hidden. In order to further decipher the meaning of his dream Mr. Macmillan decided to put the kibosh on the current first person perspective of the flying creature, while allowing it to still happen for the purpose of analysis. As he stepped outside of himself he was required to capitulate his majestic role, and began to see the bird as if it were on a movie screen, but yet much more life-like and realistic. He discovered that his own heart very much associated with the bird even from this new perspective, and he couldn’t understand why his own complexion was so foreign. Mr. Macmillan was a tall man, not so tall that he was a social anomaly but rather a height of authority. He did not have the feathers that he often dreamt of having but rather a bold tan appearance that spoke both to a non-explicit origin and comfortable familiarity to people of all kinds. He was often annoyed at the blithering comments made of those around himself, however he was a very empathic and caring person. Mr. Macmillan also had a strange mark on his throat as if to suggest that he had at one time or another gone through a reconstructive enhancement of the larynx. All details of which, contained the likelihood of confounding any conclusions one would make of the man. He was indeed convincing himself as he watched himself as a bird that life really should be more like this, that our relationship with the world around us should be just what he saw, impacting. He saw the influence of the waves created by the force of his wings, and it amazed him. As he thought he heard his own words as if they were being spoken to him “such fascinating things could not just be fantasy, there has to be some meaning behind it all, what use would it be otherwise.”
Once again Mr. Macmillan drifted off into an even deeper sleep.
-DR JUMP

CCC #67

2010-08-18T11:22:00.001-07:00

Agony
Double
Frozen
Instant
Motion
Oval
Royal
Rule
Sorry
Track

Mr. Macmillan #2
In agony that he could not decipher the present situation, Mr. Macmillan took a double-take of his surroundings. He became frozen by the grandness of what he saw and in that instant as his eyes made motion upwards he found sight of the sky. Somehow Mr. Macmillan had not noticed what surrounded him due to the soft reflective surfaces on both sides of the road in front of his alleged home. The road was merely a facade and somehow contained a content capable of suspending objects on and within it, but also had the appearance as one could fall right through it, somewhat transparent. As he looked through it there was no apparent end downward, neither when he looked up could he find anything to understand where he was in relation to anything else, no bearings. The oval shaped interactive display suddenly announced “5 minutes till lockdown, all who are outside will be inside.” Although startled by the message Mr. Macmillan found people around looking at him a special way as they drifted by him in some form of a hovering chair. They made these curious circle like gestures somehow giving him the feeling that there was something royal about himself. For if there was anything Mr. Macmillan knows it would be that he had never had rule over any person, place or thing. So it came as quite a shock that anyone would look at him with due respect, “sorry to inform you that I am not who you think I am, s..s..sir” he voiced to the interactive display, hesitant to speak to a machine with such a human term. As he voiced his opinion on the matter the interactive display began to emit some form of communication Mr. Macmillan was not familiar with but yet was supremely comforted by. Unfortunately the information was proceeding at a speed much to quick for Mr. Macmillan to track. He could sense an overall feeling of peace and protection and began to sink inside of his alleged home, not through a door, but perhaps through the substance that made up it’s walls. Once again Mr. Macmillan fell into a deep deep sleep.
-DR JUMP

CCC #59

2010-07-19T12:10:00.000-07:00

   1. Tomorrow
   2. Smooth
   3. Automated
   4. Legend
   5. Master
   6. Better
   7. Narrow
   8. Hard
   9. Size
10. Combination

… The man heard the smooth unfamiliar sound of an engine, it was neither far nor distant. Opening his eyes he found himself curiously placed upon a narrow bridge not wide enough for any car to drive over and not exactly a pedestrian bridge. As he continued to observe his surroundings an automated monitor flew over head displaying warning messages to exit the bridge immediately for the law and his own safety. The man had been asleep it had become apparent and was dreaming of the future as he imagined it. In his dream he stated “what better is there that we should hope for, for what can tomorrow bring that we have not already imagined?” That is precisely when he woke up. To answer the question something like the combination of Rip Van Winkle and The Twilight Zone had come. The man became aware that he was perhaps the master of this land, if he was in fact just dreaming. He continued conjecturing “I shall become a legend, I will do tremendous things”. So he stated “I desire a hovering golden transport” and to his amazement the monitor responded to him “what size?”, “make it the largest one you have, and it better be well equipped.” Within seconds a large floating golden chariot swept him off his feet, and rushed him to a towering building with no windows. The chariot spoke to him “your home sir”, the man replied “no, no, this is not my home”, but before he finished the chariot had left him. There was an interactive display at the front door repeating the line “I’m here to help, what is it you need”, the man said to the display “It is time for me to wake, I would like to go home, wake me up.” The display promptly replied “You are awake, you are home Mr. Macmillan.” Mr. Macmillan began to remember two realities, that he had memories both of that name, but also of a place much different than his present placement. “Is this real, is this what has happened, how could I be me now and yet things be so different so foreign.” He had come to the odd conclusion that it would be a hard journey to discovering his true identity, place, and future.
-DR JUMP

CCC #55

2010-07-07T09:36:00.000-07:00

   1. Tone
   2. Serious
   3. Under
   4. Morbid
   5. Copy
   6. Pro
   7. Wonderful
   8. Conversation
   9. Loser
10. Suck

This is how it starts.

Do you spend a majority of your time wondering what is wrong with you? Do you wonder why things aren't going your way? Do you wish you could just be happy? Do you wish people would just care about you? Do you wish that you just had someone to love? Do you wish you were no longer under others?

Would you like to live forever? Would you like to have anything you want, when you want it? Would you like to be able to do anything you like and how? Would you do anything to get that?

What would life be like for you if you had no pain? What would it be like for you if life didn't suck? What would it be like without any worry? What would like be like if you could just be? What would it be like to just be pro? What would life be like if you could just do?

You can do this now, you can become this now, you can change now.

How can you start:

Join in a conversation with me, Devin, first by commenting on this blog, then by e-mail, and then by mail.

I will guide you through the process and provide you with the tools to become who you want, and do what you want, and have everything just how you want.

You must begin with letting go, you must release control.

You have to learn how to give.

To gain everything, you must first give it all away.

Begin with sending $1 to me, and evaluate how you feel about that.

Let yourself just be, just dwell in the place of satisfaction in just being that person who is beginning this journey to release and become who they want.   In reality you are joining the tone of a new movement something that is wonderful.

Once you are comfortable with that, the truth will be clear, you will be what it is you want to be.

This may sound similar as if it is merely a copy of something else you have heard before. There surely are loser oriented organizations that exist, this is not one of those morbid facsimiles or cults. The answer is right behind you, or besides you, in your purse or pocket.

Clearly you are questioning if I am serious. I encourage you to sacrifice but one dollar as a test, for I can guarantee that it will change your mind quite immediately.

It's just one dollar.

CCC #41

2010-05-17T14:56:00.000-07:00

Do you know?
Push
Something more
Quest
Phony
Perfect
Remember
Devil
Scene
Waste

Do you know? How to push something more than just a quest for a phony product? Try backing something with meaning something new something perfect. Do you remember as a kid when you reached your hand into the cookie jar, and mother slapped the devil out of your behind, causing such a scene? Don’t waste a minute and check out Devin’s Sugarless Organicookies and you won’t have to worry about anyone slapping your hand for supporting a creative buddy of yours.
http://kck.st/blOAdx
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/drjump/the-sugarless-organicookie-0 (seriously, check it out)
-DRJUMP

CCC #40

2010-05-13T10:45:00.001-07:00

Recognize
Rugged
Different
Spectacular
Echo
Strange
Reflect
Don’t you
That’s why
Bizarre

Recognize what you are doing to me, I need you to think again. You always speak to me in the most rugged ways, your tone is rough and much too strong. Just try something different, set apart your old methods for me. You truly are a spectacular person, you really are quite a spectacle. I hope most for my words to echo in your head, and for the sound of my voice to continue in your mind. Be it strange or foreign to you I know that it is within you to love. Reflect on these things and turn your thoughts back on yourself. Don’t you know I love you, you act as if you are not aware. That’s why and for what purpose I am saying any of this to you, it’s not bizarre, it’s not an odd or fantastic thing, it’s merely my fit of anger to tell you ‘do me right’.
-DRJUMP

CCC #40

2010-05-13T09:52:00.001-07:00

Recognize
Rugged
Different
Spectacular
Echo
Strange
Reflect
Don’t you
That’s why
Bizarre

Don’t you recognize different strange reflections? That’s why rugged echo’s are both bizarre and spectacular.
-DRJUMP

CCC #21

2010-05-12T13:15:00.000-07:00

Totally 80s
Miracle
Dinosaur
Tattoo
Shrinkage
Reversible
Poison
Wheelbarrow
Epoxy
Dreamland

Welcome to dreamland where the miracle of this age has brought forth the invention of the reversible reduction redoer. The R3 Time machine jets a couple thousand billion years before great era’s like “Totally 80s” where famous bands were abound such as poison. What is done with such a device you may ask? We go back to the cretaceous period and analyze and discover how the ice-age affected male dinosaur shrinkage. We aren’t merely traveling in a wheelbarrow held together with epoxy resin either. This R3TM is legit, just equip yourself with the 3-day tattoo and hop in line with all the other anxious learners.
-DRJUMP

CCC #37

2010-05-12T07:47:00.000-07:00

When I grow up
Just one thing
Flirt
Sign
Slippery
So far away
The end
Spice
Wrong
Fear

Ode to the banana~
I fear you oh device of my demise. When I grow up I will never even flirt with your presence. So far away I will stay to the end of my days. Your slippery nature demands a sign of caution, and for it’s absence you are rotten. Wrong are you oh eatable. If I ever even think of you, I will do just one thing, I will choose a spice in your place.
-DRJUMP

CCC #39

2010-05-12T06:53:00.001-07:00

Terror
No problem
A little closer
Casual
Float
Respond
Release
Forever
Line
Doubt

Terror, terror it had me forever forever. I used to have no problem, no problem had I. They said ‘may ye release, release ye thee’. I had to float, float above the desires of evil on me a little closer, a little closer to doubt, doubt that held me to this wonder and a need to respond, respond with fear. They asked me to be casual, casual?! What a line, line me up I want to join that logic.
-DRJUMP

CCC #38

2010-05-06T10:18:00.000-07:00

Sprint
So good
Focus
Style
Why should I?
I need
Go
I know
Shock
Final

Why should I go? I know sprint style. So good, I need final shock focus.
-DRJUMP

CCC #36

2010-04-30T18:02:00.000-07:00

Fat
Identity
Substitute
The first time
Wall
Sin
Inside
Virgin
Tears
Trick

Let me tell you about a guy, Gerald Melvin a fat man with an infamous identity, who follows the example of a man without any substitute, ‘the first time‘ experience is something he waits for, he has built no wall against marriage. Gerald is not without sin, but inside his heart is something special, and he seeks to be a virgin. Whether the ladies swoon or if tears run down their face is no problem of his, for Gerald claims, “this is no trick.”
-DRJUMP

CCC #35

2010-04-30T17:58:00.001-07:00

One in a million
Pretend
Night
Load
Fable
With or without
Victim
Squeeze
Nylon
Crowd

One in a million burglars throughout history pretend to be the type of villain that will come in the night and load up all of your most precious belongings like some Robin Hood fable once told. With or without an impoverished soul to bless, they make you the victim and squeeze dry all of your worth, as they leave your home with nylon bags packed tight. In the crowd, they look no different than any other person trying to make a living. It couldn’t be any further from the truth, as they hold onto their nylon bags, and squeeze hold with balmy hands, they think of all whom they have made the victim. They know that with or without an explanation what they have done is sadly a lost fable that has lost its load and weight through time. Out of night, into the day, these burglars see they are make believe heros, just pretend. Because in truth it really is only one in a million burglars that can refer to themselves as Robin Hood.
-DRJUMP

CCC #33

2010-04-30T17:57:00.000-07:00

If you leave
Future
A place to hide
Fate
Ride
Avalanche
Do without
In the dark
Break Away
View

If you leave me now you’ll take away the biggest part of me Ooo oo oo, no, baby please don’t go. And if you leave me now you’ll take away the very fate of me Ooo oo oo, no, baby please don’t go. Ooo, oo oo, girl, I just want you to stay. A love like ours it’s hard to find a place to hide, how could we let it ride away? We’ve come too far to do without, how could we end it all this way? When the future comes and we both regret the things we said today. A love like ours is an avalanche that’s hard to find, how could we let it break away? We’ve come too far to leave it in the dark, how could we view it all this way? When tomorrow comes and we both regret the things we said today.
-DRJUMP
–Adaptation of “If you leave me now, by Chicago”

CCC #32

2010-04-30T17:55:00.003-07:00

x1. Flesh –
x2. Cry – -
x3. Love – - -
x4. Face – - – -
x5. Idol – - – - –
x6. Bullet – - – - – -
x7. Loud and clear – - – - – - –
x8. Destroy – - – - – - – -
x9. Kink – - – - – - – - -
x10. Bedbugs – - – - – - – - – -

“Bedbugs, bedbugs, bedbugs!” Susan exclaimed as she protested the kinked haystack nest, as she saw it, her parents called a bed. “This will destroy me, I just can’t put this book down now” Susan continued, but her parent’s were coming through loud and clear “Susan we like that you read, but you must go to sleep.” This hit Susan like a bullet, she was in the middle of the newest release of the famous Idol Planet series, and tears began to run down her face. Her love and passion for reading doesn’t always bring about such lack of subordination, or bring her to the point of crying, but her flesh cries out to experience such a fantasy that this book offers. “I love my parents, but I also love this book” Susan contemplated “what a difficult decision I have come to face.” It was if hours had gone by in Susan’s world, but hardly any time had passed since the last time her parents said anything. “Face the facts Susan, you will go to bed right this instant, or you stand to face double duty chores for a week” her parents shouted as they spoke from the other room at her. “I’m reading Idol Planet guys, can’t I just stay up until I finish this ‘idol for king’ chapter” “Susan 3-7 Brantania NO MORE Idol Planet right now the bed is your idol.”
Susan made it to bed that night, she was too tired to fight any longer. Let the narrator invite you into the context of this story, so hop aboard this bullet ship as we zip to the future. Sarah 3-7 Brantania is the daughter of 2-4 Jaron Brantania and Manda 7-1 Brantania. The year is irrelevant, and has been for an undefined amount of time, all that can be said is that time ended in 2112, we no longer needed time to order things for our lives. Hear me loud and clear life is different here, disease has been destroyed. The bed that Susan was protesting with it’s kinks and the “bedbugs, bedbugs, bedbugs” has no relation to present reality but merely her ability to fantasize about history. Bedbugs to these people are more of a joke, they know what bugs were, and they know what beds are, but they do not imagine the two in the same place. There has been an answer to the bedbugs, bedbugs, bedbugs problem for quite some time now. Susan has read a book Kinks and kinked things, how kinks once were, but kinks now are no more. Kinks used to be a severe problem, in the organization of things, and in the construction of things. There was some nonsense about elements that contained kinkiness but that is of an unnecessary topic that need not be elaborated upon. We need not think any longer about the kink though. Something you won’t within your generation become aware of is the fact that all forms of time pieces were destroyed, destroyed in such a way that no reverse engineering would be possible. We did not like what clocks, and time had done to us so we destroyed time and we destroyed clocks. We couldn’t destroy history though, something about the nature of existence doesn’t allow for history. Do not worry this future society does not delude themselves that time doesn’t happen, they are just not going to let it rule them. Destroy is such an archaic term anyways, Susan just used it because of her fascination with old things. Loud and clear, yet another term from ancient times, such an embarrassing reference as it points to a time when communication was faint and fuzzy. To think that a person would have to waste the time to explain that they were receiving the others communication in a loud and clear manner is embarrassing. In fact I can hear them now, well then “‘I’ve got ya coming in loud and clear‘, ‘huh?’, ‘LOUD and CLEAR‘, ‘proud and beer?’, ‘no.. no.. no.. loud and clear, gosh.’”
Let me explain one more thing, the bullet you are familiar with is long forgotten among this society. The bullet they are referring to is like the concept of a kiss in the movie Hook, or the story Peter Pan. A bullet is something that can cause pain but in an invisible way, emotionally. The bullet is also something of a verb, to explain how fast an object goes, but these people do not see a metallic object in their mind’s eye as you do.
-DRJUMP

CCC #4

2010-04-30T17:53:00.001-07:00

Time Will Tell
Experience Preferred
Plywood
Poet
Gold Rush
Scenario
Influx
Winter
Velvet
Road Block

“GOLD RUSH” the sign read in the window. Perry was a young man eager and ready to get a job with his fresh law degree. Perry was the type of lawyer with a skill unparalleled among his peers, they called him the poet. Perry had this uncanny insight about any scenario. An influx of other eager law men and women, each with their personal suitcases varying from crush velvet covered cases to simple plywood attaches, had begun to create a sort of road block at the entrance of this corporate law firm. It was winter then and it was a cold wait on the side walk of this Park Avenue street. They had told him that experience was preferred and they didn’t know if they would hire him or not, he responded “time will tell” give me a chance and you’ll never regret it.
-DRJUMP

Tribute to CCC

2010-04-29T06:13:00.000-07:00

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CCC #1

2010-04-29T06:04:00.001-07:00

X-Factor
Townhall
Parrot
Cracker Jacks
Unions
Google
Napkins
The 10 Commandments
San Francisco
Cold Season

Every man can achieve an x-factor if he is capable of joining the unions of San Francisco. The cold season is exactly the opportunity to bring eight packs of cracker jacks, three for the parrot, and the extra packs for you. The day has arrived to use the 10 commandments as the guide to be unimpeachable for town hall so bring fifteen napkins and google the story you are reading, because it might be the first story wrote in prime numbers if you count the letters and exclude the thick words.

-DRJUMP

2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13 Are the prime numbers included in this story.

5, 3, 3, 7, 2, x-factor (bonus prime 7), 2, 2, 2, 7, 2, 7, 3, unions, 2, San Francisco, 3, cold season, 2, 7, 3, 11, 2, 5, 5, 5, 2, cracker jacks (bonus DOUBLE prime 7, 5), 5, 3, 3, parrot, 3, 3, 5, 5, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 7, 2, 3, the 10 commandments (3, 2, 12close but no cigar), 2, 3, 5, 2, 2, 13!!!, 3, town hall, 2, 5, 7, napkins (bonus prime 7), 3, google, 3, 5, 3, 3, 7, 7, 2, 5, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 2, 5, 7, 2, 3, 5, 3, 7, 3, 7, 3, 5, 5…
To be exact.