i'm deep into po-mo prose right now. i feel like everything i've written lately reflects that, but now i feel lost. i wish i could write something beautiful, or something meaningful, or something powerful. i wish i could draw emotions in words, and make people laugh or cry, or feel like a living being. i really do, i promise.
and so, without further adieu, i would like to announce that i will be writing a short novel that no one will ever read. i hope you care enough to ask me for a copy, or a draft, or a page from the final edition with my name on it, because that would make me happy. i intend to pay for the printing of about 50 copies of it by the time i am done, and handing those out for free to whoever wants one. i also intend to have it available as an .pdf if you're really interested and too lazy/far away for me to give you a copy. so, if i ever get around to posting something that isn't completely stream of consciousness poetry or faux-philosophy, it'll be a draft of a few pages. i'll even tag them as one and the same, so that if you want to read it from start to finish as a series of posts, you can.
later.
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