Monday, October 31, 2011

Crookshanks.

Did you see it? That spectacularly loooong almost-essay that I wrote for the last post? Yeah. I'm on fire.

This is the CURRENTLY FOR LAST WEEK.

Pages last week:160
Pages this semester:290

Am reading The Words of Every Song by Liz Moore
and Forbidden by Tabitha Suzuma

and OMG. I'm going to immerse my self in The Art of War by Sun Tzu, fairly soon.

Sentences of the last weeksie:

And here's Siobhan: in love with a dead man with desperate eyes, a man she's never met, a man she bled for twice.

It's about Kurt Cobain. Yes, I fall in love with singers and lyricists as well. Probably why it's one of my SoW's.

Now Theo is here, oblivious, standing on Tenth Avenue with his green messenger bag, falling in love with a woman he never really knew anyway. He will not know the pain of that until it is a memory, distant and hallowed, until it is a dream.

Leila, in the elevator, is dreaming of the first concert she veer saw. She was in the second-to-last row. She was fifteen. Tom, in the lights onstage, had looked like an angel.


All from The Words of Every Song by Liz Moore.

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