It’s hard to put this album in a category other than “fun”. So go have some fun, people.
In my upcoming dystopian YA epic, the protagonist must battle an endless stream of unwanted paper, of which certain elusive pieces are critically important while the rest is utterly useless and, in fact, vicious.
…and pretty much lived in my CD player thereafter.
If you ever feel bad about your own writing, just remember that one of the world’s most well-known works of classic literature is self-insert fanfiction where the author hangs out with his favorite poet and is guided on his journey of discovery by a Manic Pixie Dream Girl version of a woman he met twice.
I love that feeling you get when you don’t remember that you’re reading. When you’re so captured by a book that you forget you’re reading the words. All you see is the descriptions and conversations that being to play out like a movie in your head. You don’t even think about it. Then before you know it, you’ve read 100 pages without realizing it. That’s probably the best feeling in the world.
My favorite kind of reading.
Seated outside courtroom #113
in 2010’s new suit,
snow falls on the tail of 2013.
Another reason I loathe txt speak.