Could we have an anthology?

hey boys... 

So, I'm bachin' (pronounced "batchin'") it this summer, and It's making me crazy in a number of ways. However, as usual, these lapses in material "happiness, comfort and love"-making potential get me riled in a most introspective text-hemorrhaging manner. Anyway, last night/this morning I ejaculated the following collection of loose signifiers that I intend to make into fiction of some length:

Writing Project Brainstorm:

short story topics --> the gap;

 rurality and urbanity;

my generation;

- how fucked are we? why?  

technology;

society, political identity (vs. personality);

heterosexual-masculinity;

animality/primitivism;

drugs;

time/ambulation as a biological classificatory device/botany;

geomagnetic reversal;

 I realize that the gist of this brainstorm is heavily obtuse and science-fictive and, for me, it has already yielded three fairly concrete short story ideas that I intend to germinate in the coming days.  What I propose is FICTION most speculative! For, while our existential rants give us candid access to our shared and/or unshared emotional landscapes in light of our individuated urban experiments as they stand, I feel as though some of the greatest mojo that the triad has ever mustered came from our wildest and most fleeting hopes, our joking attempts to glimpse the future in all its probable absurdity. It's going in the movie. 

Anyway... my tripartite proposal/promise/dare is that fiction is coming to minortriad this summer and you two, or anyone else who reads this b-log should come along as well. The task I set is to extract the "rain" and the "torm" from a good heavy brainstorm and leave ourselves with some pure BS.