||[Mar. 15th, 2004|01:47 am]
|||||take that michael knight||]|
|||||cmk feat. guster- the mumble||]|
there is this sickly sweet reluctance to write anything; this melted wax impulse. because um, arn't i supposed to have something to say? find some kind of voice? i mean, should i just outline the plot? it involves liquor, cards, the cinema, & early morning train rides i can't stay awake for. is that a rough enough sketch, a good enough scaffolding of bones?
janell & lauren & i wrote a book called fears of shakespeare & co. it is a list of 117 fears, complete with illustrations. basically proof that working hard, three reasonably damaged individuals (well, as individual as you can call me, though i count it still abandoned) can perform as well as one retard (viz, michael bernard loggins). i feel staggered.