Casey Childers has produced a chunk of Creative Commons-licensed prose called "Always Be Closing." It's the same scene, told thirteen times, with (often NSFW) variations, a remix of something that has no original, a kind of simulacra. He's chosen a license that allows for noncommercial remixing — I'm curious as to what new works can be made out of these often disturbing scenes.
The waitress interrupted, "You boys need anything?"
The old man grinned, his mouth full. He made a quick effort to swallow, but didn't hesitate to speak around the mess of potatoes that remained. "The name of the man that cooked my lunch, miss. This is heaven on a goddamn plate."
She returned a grin of her own. "His name's Merv, hon, and I'll be sure to pass that along. Now how 'bout a warm-up on your coffee?"
"I served with a commie sympathizer who went by the name of Merv. He had weak stomach, you know, loved to recite the poems he wrote about his wife. He got his head blown off in a French whorehouse."
(Thanks, CA!)
