Ten minutes of someone else's internal monologue.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
11:07-11:17
I am reading an excellent book right now. its a novel. mostly all my favorite books are novels. i can get into non fiction, yes but i mean, a good story, even if its a lie, beats a creative truth anyday. ha ha. i don't know if i believe that or not, but it felt right at the time. anyway. i am reading a book about lovers, coyotes, dreams, and deserts. and i like it. i am also reading The Hours, which i also like, but in a very different way. Coyote Tails I like in a visceral, bloody, real taken away way. Like the story in the book is mine. and its not that I don't think that the story(ies) in The Hours are mine. I think that took. narcissistic, i would call about myself. get it. more me on me. anyway, The Hours is good, yes, the Hours is good in that I relate to the author, you know, it is his personality that I have the most connection with. Coyote Tails I relate to the story. Its also written in first person, the hours is not. so, reading. i'm into it. i am also into this meteor shower that is going on. its cool to see that in the sky. i am also really into going to bed earlier and getting up earlier. okay, well i am into the idea of it anyway, and no, actually i am also into the practice of it so there inner hater. imitator. deigned tater. fun creator. horses and children. they love each other. if i, if i, if i. if eye spy with my little eye the answer to a worm hole, I'd probably already be slipping through. bye bye. love.
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