This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Writing that is boring...
...should be banished to the marshes of Tunguska.
There's a difference between mere expression and real literature.
Only the marvelous, the wondrous, the living, the refined should be written. Never the boring, the anemic, the hip, the blah-blah-blah.
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