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It needs work but I thought I would share. Ok, it needs alot of work but I like the idea.

Post It note theater
Its the dead of the night, and young Amish Turks have gathered at the cheese factory. Brazen Amish girls walk among them with their bonnets off and the top button of their shirts undone.

Just about the time everyone is ready to give up and head home he arrives. Joshua steps off his buggy and everyone gathers near. The young men raise their lanterns admiring the new paint job, semi-gloss black, on the back a brand new orange reflective triangle.

No words need spoken.

Clip clop, clip clop.

Comely Sara Miller stands in front of them. From inside her black jumper she pulls a strip of multi-colored fabrics from the quilt she is making to sell at the roadside stand. She raises it into the air; a cool breeze kisses her chased body. Although she knows she should be ashamed, she smiles as tingly sensations over come her forbidden parts.

The sound of whips crack the night as material hits the ground. Two buggies jolt forward into the black night. Its 9p.m.

Think the Fast and the Furious but with buggies.

I have been so strung out this week. Its been years since my back has been this fucked up. I was reading the box for the Ibuprofen; it says do not take more than 6 in 24 hours. Shit, I take 6 before 10 am.