Reading and rereading that which has been read, written, printed, published, viewed, created, played, exclaimed and displayed.
Can we get some lights up in this bitch.
Really now… Who has all their lights switched off @ 1:24am anyway. I almost tripped over the garbage bags we leavr in the hallway now.
And another thing. Remove shit from hallway. People walk here.
Yup, being half-of-a-Management major seems reaaally boring right about now.
imagineation asked: I'm really glad you enjoyed Fragments, darling. Thanks for sharing it on your blog!
Well, it was good - of course I shared it! Write some more.
Indielove,
he told me to
Stop thinking in full sentenceshe said
Fragments, darling
We’re in a new era now.In response I thought
How do I stop thinking
or writing for that matter
in full sentences?He laughed
because he knew that I was
already spinning a poem about
this conversation; that I knew
…
EmJay says: Blown away! Fragments, darling? I want to meet this dude. He sounds very much like my person (in a good way, dear)
I can haunt you in fiction,
and expose you in prose;
bury you in bookshelves,
illustrate what you chose.I can lynch you in language,
and hang you from lines;
squirming through the pages
with your slimy hands tied.I can force you to read it,
the story of our past;
and I can label it as “novel,”
to admit some truth at last.
EmJay says: I have to admit, this is a brilliant poem. How concise? That’s how it feels to me. Kudos.
Hellz yeah! Spread it around, tumblr.
Cool huh? :D
