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pastoral_passage
unhinged i wish it was like that story noah. i'm sure it doesn't have as much to do with me as i would like to think, but every piece of fiction has some small amount of truth. i picked up my copy of the drunk franciscan that you gave me and read it and almost cried. because that's the way things are supposed to be; at least that's the way things are in my head. and i heard so many echoes of myself in that story. it was like we were sitting at our old lookout at the grand_canyon with grandfathers and pork chops and applesauce and all your silly little references to having sex with me. if only real life was as beautiful as your stories. 011209
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ClairE Wordsworth

and all these romantics
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unhinged nc:my friends that remember my writing from the beginning looked at pastoral passage and wondered what the hell I was doing
me: why?
nc: because it was so disfigured before, like totally in incorrect english, like an insane mess without any romance whatsoever and for me to do something that made sense and had romance in it was something they couldn't comprehend. someone even called it fake

ouch ouch ouch
heart_pang

i guess that's the closest i'll ever know if it was ever about me.
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