r/amnesiacappreciation

se tonight

The radioheads were working on LP10 (the track list of which will not be revealed yet, no no no no no).

As usual, Phil was doing something experimental with a desk fan, obviously inspired by mongolian throat singing. Ed was dangling from the ceiling because it made his playing better, and Johnny was crying in the bathroom; so all in all, a perfectly average day.

A batch of flans were in the oven, but we'll get to that later.

Thom and Colin were in the back room, trying to arrange microphones in the optimum layout for recording farting sounds - they were puzzled as whether to go with a surround setup and mess around with the mixing for 12 hours, or just to use a binaural arrangement and call it a day.

Ed got bored and decided to go and check the flans - as he expected, they were done. He attempted to find sufficient vocabulary to tell the others, but he just ended up screaming his name. Thom opened the door to the back room and asked Ed to bring the 2 of the flans in there - so Ed did exactly that.

"Also, you can stop screaming your name now, I understand what you mean."

"k."

"That's better"

Thom took the flans, gave one to Colin, closed the door, and got back to work.

He must have leant against the lightswitch as he closed the door, as the lights turned off. Or so he thought - what actually happened was Phil stuck a knife in the toaster and the power turned itself off.

"Has the light gone out for you, cos the light's gone out for me-eeh"

"Um, yeah."

In an attempt to find the lightswitch, both of them fell over each other, knocking over all the microphone stands. For some reason, Thom ended up with one of them stuck inside his butthole. The flans obviously ended up everywhere, mostly on Colin's face.

"Colin"

"yeahjhjhaeghjhaegjdaskjhdas,nm,mnf mmm tasty flan"

"There's a microphone stand in my butthole"

"Don't worry, I'll get it out."

"Just be gentle, I don't want to go to hospital again"

"OK"

"OMG Colin I think I'm gonna-"

"Gonna what?"

"NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"What is this mysterious liquid"

Some time later

"Just make sure nobody finds out, OK?

Both of them emerged from the back room, covered in flans...

"That was fun".

i'll find another face to flan

i'll find another FAAAAAACE to flaaaaaaaaaaannnnn

this is the gloaming

Parachutes was good.

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Tk sm bns & wht mx em tgthr nd u hv a spci pnkke. -Thm

Maybe you'll be president and let this all wash over me!

There are barn flans, and there are revolving flans.

Flans in the rudders of big ships, we are revolving flans.

There are flans that open by themselves. There are sliding flans, and there are secret fland.

There are flans that lock, and flans that don't. There are flans that let you in and out, but never open.

But they are trap flans, that you can't come back from.

Different types of flan are possible.

At the flan you don't recognize

I just got off the face

"Here, take my FLANnel"

Manager : "oh hai thom! What can i do for you?
Thm : i would like a record from the Wu Tang Flan please.
Manager : oh you like them huh?
Thm : they're great rapists! I also like Flan Lotus and Flannel Williams but they don't rape as well as the Flan.

Manager : damn... Das Racist Thom!
Thm : yeah they're good too."

-----the end

To see if I still feel. I focus on the recipe, the only thing that's real.

The eggs go in the bowl, the old familiar yolks.

Try to give it all a mix, but I spill everything.

What have I become?

I'm making flans...

Everyone I know thinks I've gone completely mad.

AND YOU COULD HAAAAAAVVVE IT AAAAALLLLLLL

MY FLAN IN YOUR FAAAAAACE

I WILL LEEEEEETTTT YOU DOWN,

Like a bug in the ground.

Sometimes you flan in the face

thm: Hi are you Trent Reznor

trnt: OMG Thom can you fucking not I hate people

thm: ok

trnt: smfh I need to go make some flans bye

thm: no I like flans I'll come with you

trnt: I don't think you'll like my flans - you see, what I do is I grind up David Bowie CDs and sprinkle them on the top. It's how I maintain my unnecessarily large muscles...

thm: I really don't think you should do that it doesn't sound healthy... actually no it sounds like fun, I'm feeling optimistic today!

trnt: fine then come and eat some with me, maybe we can go and get a drink afterwards or something?

chrs mrtn: (giggling) oh hi guys I wrote Fix You can I come and eat some flans too??

thm and trnt: SERIOUSLY FUCK OFF WHO THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU WHATS UP WITH YOUR FACE

thm: I'll set jonny on you u cheeky cunt fite me irl NOW FUCK OFF

trnt: ok Thom that's enough

trnt: (pointing to door) *coughs* ok seriously now get out

trnt: who the fuck was that?

thm: some random guy who ripped my musical style off. Can't remember what his name is though...

trnt: so you wanna go make some flans then?

*some while later*

thm: Trent why the fuck did you do that?

trnt: oh come on you know I only did that so I can lick it off-... (he stops himself) - wait what did I just say?

I'm not sure what people are going to post here, but let's give it a go.

Post your Flanfiction!

~thm