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So there's about 30 of us sitting on the grass, all off our faces on poppers and booze and denial of reality, and some douchebag's playing motown songs on a blood-stained guitar, and everyone loves...
Bukowski / Palahniuk / Easton Ellis / McInerney... Writing, reading, drinking, sleeping... LPs, guitars, tattoos... psychology, NLP, magic... movies, music, art.
So there's about 30 of us sitting on the grass, all off our faces on poppers and booze and denial of reality, and some douchebag's playing motown songs on a blood-stained guitar, and everyone loves...
In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert's there are few. Shunryu Suzuki.
"I'm a stitch away From making it, And a scar away From falling apart..." The Afterlife of the Party FOB.
*Found this unfinished surrealist WIP from my Edgar Allan Poe phase...* I came across a corner with a curving quite unnerving, Such a sweetly sweeping street, so swerving's Surely seldom seen...
Anyone remember the Janet & John double-entendre stories that Terry Wogan used to read on his breakfast show. Here's one I wrote. Janet has lost John in the supermarket.
Fuck It- one of the most liberating phrases in the English language. But I grew up a chronic Worrier, unable to harness the advantages of not giving a shit.
There really are a lot of kids on here... If anyone can recommend some proper writers or critique / beta readers please let me know :) Words to follow!.