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Brick: it's fun.

The brick has not been shat.

>>6402524
Reminds me of "Log" from Ren and Stimpy

The Brick itself Bricks

It's a Phineas and Ferb reference, though it was clearly inspired by the R&S bit.

Just look at a brick very closely and describe every facing of the brick a quarter inch at a time, you'll be done in no time.

The image of the bricks echo the idea of modern British colonialism which hangs over the story, non-white bricks stacked on top of each other to form the white man's shelter.

Meant >>6402538
For >>6402532

>>6402541

Seconding this, OP

>>6402541
This should not be to deny the dualistic roll of the brick as both a medium for exploitation and an idol of liberation; in the same way that coloured bricks may be interpolated for the benefit of Western enterprise, they may be repurposed as structures of resistance.
Each work in the postcolonial canon can be viewed as a 'brick' within this overarching goal, synecdochic for the societies from which they emerged.

make up a story of who made the brick, that there life is like a brick, that they throw bricks, that they shove bricks up their ass

this is an easy assignment.

>>6402554
>>6402541
>>6402558
or you could give me an long example for fun

>>6402558
ITS boring

WoW I get more help and work in /b/ than lit

this is just one from /b/

>there once was a lonely brick, manufactured by indians and shipped to boston. the brick had awesome dreams, maybe he would become a brick from a big house. maybe he would become a brick of a glorious chimney. but instead his dreams were shattered as he recognized that boston one big shitpile. the lonely brick heard all day long: dindu nuffin from animals he couldnt understand at all or the meaning of their sounds. the lonely brick was only picked up by these animals and thrown through windows, at other animals or just for fun. then one day, the brick was thrown again, he couldnt stand this shitpile boston anymore, he commited suicide. he broke in the middle and his two pieces rolled into a river. in his last thoughts was only one sentence: ahh sweet silence, now i can rest and become the sediment of the river

The brick lay cold and alone.

What can I say about this brick of mine? Not much. It's a brick.

>>6402580
are you going to let /b/ show you up

>>6402580
Dat prose

>>6402580
Author didn't do their research. They've got Basedton confused with Baltimore.

>>6402580
Glorious. This anon has said things with and elegance of words that I never could.

I stuck my dick into a brick
So that I could finally come home
I stuck my cock into a rock
And I fucked the ruins of Rome
I stuck my dick into a brick
I shoved my bone into a stone

>>6402627
And he's from /b/

My city is famous for its red clay bricks that come from a quarry outside the city with a high iron content, most of the city is built from it. I think a story of the brick in an urban context would be interesting, the history of what human stories it exists to, the man who mines the clay, the one who molds it, the one who lays it, the one who lives in the building, the man who tears it down

He descended upon the Pyrenees, cement scraper in hand, brick in his fanny back.

>>6402654

>>6402521
Do it on how the brick has influenced western culture.

It has become smybolic of the great feats humanity can achieve, whilst also providing a haunting reminder of the dark times of industrialisation.

Not to mention how it has affected our psyche, the rectangular nature of the brick has created this idea in the west that buildings should be rectangular.
You could explore how this influences architecture or creates the illusion of order to anchor ourselves in the chaos of life.

make it all about ur dick but replace every instance of the word "dick" with "brick"

>>6402521
From a land of desperation. Baked in a ravenous inferno with blazing flames no man could endure. This heartwarming tale will grip you from the word go. Rob Schnider is: The brick. Rated PG-13

>>6402521
>I got to make a 2 page long essay about a fucking Brick
My, fucking a brick and then documenting this in a story, that's unusual. I sure do hope you used lots of lube and drilled a hole big enough for your organ to fit in nicely.
How does your penis feels after this act? A bit sore perhaps?

>>6402686

>>6402946
What
Makes
You
Think
OP
Is
A
Boy

make it about a Buick and tell them you need glasses.

although you could make it a parody of the Byron the Bulb sequence in Gravity's Rainbow. Benny the Brick. he's immortal. he gets recovered from one house after another, and is never broken.

some builder tried to cut him in half once. you don't want to know what happened.

>>6402627

http://adventuretime.wikia.com/wiki/Jake_The_Brick

>>6403098
Would you say that lube shouldn't be an issue in any case?

>>6402541
thats fuckin deep

>>6402946
I believe you have misread a fucking for fucking a. Perhaps consider getting glasses; or indeed, killing yourself.

the brick symbolizes mankind's accomplishments. you can discuss a brick from every civilization across many centuris if you wish and all the various effects it's introduction caused or something

In Glasgow, a sentence you might here now and then from angry delinquents: "Am gonnae tan a brick froo ys windae"
I will not work to decipher this particular quotation; rather, I would prefer to leave it to the reader's enjoyment.

>>6402521
throw in a pun or something about the funk band Brick, they were pretty kickass.

>>6402538
I hate those new cartoons. I can't understand their appeal.

I can barely put down 800 words in interesting topics.

>>6402580
so you don't need ideas but someone to do your homework. o.k.

This is a brief, imaginative, deep story about a brick. Maybe it can inspire you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSsvcT9cDZ0

>captcha: brimp

>>6403534
thank you

>>6403098

Bi Racial Insane Cunt Kickers

Brick

Brick: it’s fun.
Reminds me of ‘Log’ from Ren and Stimpy. Meant ‘Phineas and Ferb’, though it was clearly inspired by the R&S bit.
I hate those new cartoons. Can’t understand their appeal.
Brick could be a cartoon.

The Brick has not been that.
The Brick itself bricks.

Just look at a brick very closely and describe every facing of the brick a quarter inch at a time, you'll be done in no time.

The image of the bricks echo the idea of modern British colonialism which hangs over the story, non-white bricks stacked on top of each other to form the white man's shelter.
Second.
This should not be to deny the dualistic roll of the brick as both a medium for exploitation and an idol of liberation; in the same way that coloured bricks may be interpolated for the benefit of Western enterprise, they may be repurposed as structures of resistance.
Each work in the postcolonial canon can be viewed as a 'brick' within this overarching goal, synecdochic for the societies from which they emerged.
You could give Brick a long example.

Make up a story of who made the brick, that life can be Brick, that they throw bricks, that Brick is lord. Goddess of Brickalites.
It’s boring.

There once was a Brick, manufactured in the tundra and shipped to boston. The Brick dreamt she was a brick in a chimney of a nice house. The Brick heard from the hammers: dindu nuffin from animals, she couldn’t understand the meaning of their sounds. The Brick was picked up by these animals and thrown through windows, at other animals, or just for thug life fun. One day Brick was thrown again, she couldn’t stand this and took a long walk in the forest. She broke in the middle and the two halves sunk in the river. Her last thoughts were: ah, now I can rest and become the sediment of the river.
Brick was cold.
Are you going to let Brick?
That Brick.
What can I say about Brick?

Glorious.
Into Brick
So that I could finally come home
I
And the ruins of Rome
into Brick
shoved my bone into a stone.

My city is famous for its red clay bricks that come from a quarry outside the city with a high iron content, most of the city is built from these bricks. I think a story of the brick in an urban context would be interesting, the history of what human stories it exists to, the man who mines the clay, the one who molds it, the one who lays it, the one who lives in the building, the man who tears it down.
He descended upon the Pyrenees, cement scraper in hand, Brick in his fanny back.

How Brick effected our psyche.
The rectangular spinning rhebus. Four sided wheel.
Baked in a ravenous inferno with flames no man could endure.
Tell Brick you need glasses. She’s immortal. Gets recovered.

Brick helps with the pains. In the tower Brick talks to friends and smells the air. Vines climb over her friends, they can’t see the view. Brick describes the view. And when tower falls Brick accepts whatever fate may befall her. Brick turns to Sand. Goodbye. Brick.