Almost immediately after writing one of my songs (I don't remember which exactly, but sources point to Your Mommy. And no, that's not a bad yo momma joke) I got the inspiration for another song (which is rare), but I only got two lines down. Seriously, that's all I've got. I don't recall what happened, but I've got an entire page in my notebook dedicated to just these two lines. I may try to finish it (though I think "finish" is an understatement. Probably more like "start, continue, and finish"), but it's been a while, and I don't remember completely where I was coming from with it. Sort of, but not totally. And I don't want the styles to clash if I come in writing in a different way than I started.
Anyway, if you're curious, the two lines are "Be my moderator, masturbater/I scream too loud," which, in retrospect, sounds a lot more sexual than I meant for it to. "Scream" has nothing to do with sex in this context. Actually, the opposite. That would probably be more apparent if I, y'know, finished the song.

I had another bit similar to this (in length) sitting in my notebook for a while, but yesterday (or maybe the day before, days blend together for me) I took a crack at finishing it. I didn't finish it, but I got more written. I'm still up in the air on how much of it I like. Some parts work, but others are too blunt and just... boring.
Here's what I've got so far, should you be particularly curious:
It's 2 AM on a Saturday night
You call me, "Please help me, please tell me I'm right."
Well, your prime-time Monday is wearing me thin
The heathen stands by while you're choking on sin
The heathen says bye while you're choking on him
"I want him, I hate him," and this all makes sense
Confucius say no but you're still on the fence

Aaaand that's it. I'm posting this here, rather than submitting it to scraps, because I haven't yet given up on it. Things that go in scraps are either 1) finished things that I'm not very proud of but am not totally embarrassed by; 2) Unfinished things that I will never finish. I'd still like to finish this one, so it's not going in scraps.

Last night I started to write a short story just totally on the fly. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but looking back, it was a pretty dumb story. Not to mention that it was written poorly since it was like, one in the morning and I was mentally dead. It's actually pretty funny to look at my handwriting throughout it. It starts off pretty normal (which is to say sloppy, but not illegible), but as it progresses, it quickly descends in total shit. I mean, I JUST wrote this last night, and I can barely read it. My hand kept getting ahead of me and forgetting letters, writing letters that weren't even in that word, etc. Most of my lower-case e's look like c's.
This story will probably never see the light of day, but I will give you the first sentence because it amuses me.
I'm a fucking creeper.
Unfortunately, that's the only line that held much worth. The rest was sloppy and without personality.

Okay, enough about my writing. I also wanted to talk about others' writing.
I have two favorite writers. Max Barry and Scott Weiland. Max Barry writes some absolutely genius books (and a blog: [link]) and Scott writes some absolutely fucked up but still genius lyrics. And he's sexy as all hell, but that's not really relevant...
All of Max's books are about -to one degree or another- the corporate world. Yeah, I know, yawn. If you told me "Hey, I've got this awesome novel about corporations and big business," I'd probably just nod my head, offer some polite interjections like "Oh, really?" and "cool," and then never follow up on it. But I'm sort of a bitch. Anyway, Max Barry could probably make a book about rock formations interesting, funny, and impressively intelligent. But the books aren't just Life in a Cubicle Farm or something boring (save for The Office) like that, but more so corruption, greed, and, in the case of his novel Company, a total psychological mindfuck experiment.
I really mean it when I say that his book Jennifer Government is the best book that I've ever read, and I read Orwell and shit like that.
So, now I'll direct you the Amazon pages so you can read a more specific synopsis for each book.
Company
Syrup
Jennifer Government
Also, while you're at it, check out this book: Feed

I... will talk about Scott Weiland some other time. This is getting long and I doubt any of you are going to bother reading even this far, it doesn't need to be longer.