real life is fun 'n' shit, but why not write about getting shot in compton. i'm not even kidding you. if the point of biography is to represent real human condition while telling a story, then snoozers to that. i think it's way more fun to crawl inside someone's mind, see the secret freak inside of them.
but, you know, it is a little underhanded that she did all those interviews, all those press junkets, and lied her ass off. but, you know, maybe this is a mark danielewski, life-as-fiction, i've-got-nothing-better-to-do kind of trip. maybe her life is the real text that we're supposed to be reading.
or maybe i'm bitter that none of you paprika smellin' b%*$&s has read my Lepner's Pond, which officially makes me the hardest working member of this blog to try and squeeze out a poem outta that. booyakashay
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i think this proves it conclusively.
real life is fun 'n' shit, but why not write about getting shot in compton. i'm not even kidding you. if the point of biography is to represent real human condition while telling a story, then snoozers to that. i think it's way more fun to crawl inside someone's mind, see the secret freak inside of them.
but, you know, it is a little underhanded that she did all those interviews, all those press junkets, and lied her ass off. but, you know, maybe this is a mark danielewski, life-as-fiction, i've-got-nothing-better-to-do kind of trip. maybe her life is the real text that we're supposed to be reading.
or maybe i'm bitter that none of you paprika smellin' b%*$&s has read my Lepner's Pond, which officially makes me the hardest working member of this blog to try and squeeze out a poem outta that. booyakashay
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