Brief essays that may or may not have any literary merit, or any merit, or tons of it, like a well decorated soldier of words, who happens to make ridiculous, yet gallant metaphors like that last one.
A "normal" guy. And an "anomaly". These two words do not go together...you get the point. I like writing, but it's a constant battle being you're own editor...i don't post a lot of what I would consider to be "my real stuff"
.....if I was 60 and a rich and famous Hollywooder, i'd probably try and hook-it-up with Meryl Streep, that is, if I wasn't too busy trying to get with 20 year old's like alot of those ass clowns. Meryl is just kind of unique, you know........
posted by Andronicus @ 9:10 PM
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"...not now, I just about have the hard ware re-wired", said the man to himself, as he adjusts his motherboard, allowing him to write freely, and in a non-fictional way without the slightest trace of pretention, without the slightest trace of doubt....
posted by Andronicus @ 6:15 PM
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...it's been a strange week. Improbable to say the least. I don't feel like writing about improbability though, i'm no mathmatician, and that sounds like a "mathy" word.
Oh why bother....?
Oh why care......?
i've been seriously entertaining the idea of writing music again with the intent of performance.........gasp..........sigh..........do as you will....................
posted by Andronicus @ 7:20 PM
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no flash photography
ideal for fall fashions
the deceased have no sway
the living have little to say
bake something for the sale
sell everything and give it to the poor
buy something and tell no one
buy nothing and tell everyone
no flash photography
no sudden movements
nothing more than smirks
and lines stolen from bad movies.
posted by Andronicus @ 7:48 PM
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