A writer friend recently asked the party-game question of Fuck, Marry, Kill:
His answer: Homer (post-blind), Dorothy Parker, Oscar Wilde.
Mine: Sadly (strangely?), Scott Fitzgerald for all three. Most likely in that order. However, I must make clear that killing him wouldn't entail murder. I just think that, given his heart trouble, being married to me would probably kill him.
Forgive me, my thought process sometimes lacks discipline. I have strange ideas. I'm a sort of armchair philosopher turned poet. This is a writer's blog, but I do not publish my finished work here. I post fragments, pieces, ideas; works in progress. I test out ideas that may or may not become more fully realized. I write flash fiction and poetry. I love generic transgression and experimental poetry. I write mostly about art and failed romance. When all else fails, I post things that inspire me.
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Sunday, October 14, 2012
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