Experiment

I've always liked writing short stories and I've started several novels (not more than a couple of pages, thank you ADD). In the summer of 1982 I was intrigued by the idea of writing within odd restrictions - like that novel without the letter E in it.  So I decided to write without periods. This is what came of it - mercifully the Muse left me before I got too far into it.

  And so it happened one day that Thomas Edison was standing on a gas stove in Corpus Christi, Texas, with no shoes on, as part of a $750 bet between himself and a friend, that working with electricity all these years had made Mr. Edison impervious to unhealthy occurrences such as having the bottoms of your feet burned off by your own stupidity because you were too deaf and too lacking in common sense to realize that your Texas companion was saying "robe", not "stove", and actually meant for you to walk around downtown Dallas in a pink velvet housecoat with white fur around the collar and sleeves, which action would have won our friend the aforementioned sum provided Mr. Thomas Alva had additionally managed to commit sodomy with fourteen teenagers during the course of the day, and it being Saturday, and since the carnival was one block down the street, Edison ate one of his light bulbs and became Rock Hudson, a known homosexual, and proceeded to accost no fewer than twelve girls and seven boys before the day was through, and since no unhealthy occurrences happened to our friend in the course of the day, his wagering partner, Cecil.B. DeMille, was forced by his own word to go home to Los Angeles, where his wife worked as the world's first female fire hydrant, procure his checkbook, fly back to Corpus Christi and see Edison/Hudos in the military hospital there where he was recuperating with charred feet, to present him with a check for seven hundred fifty dollars.

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Quite embarrassing, but it's mine.  ;-)
Influenced quite heavily by Bill Griffith's writings in Zippy the Pinhead.