Well, i guess the anonimity of a blog is always subject to revelation.
especially when a bunch of dorky writers calling themselves the "sparkling hammers" decide to start a blog of their own.
okay, i admit, i used to be one of the sparkling hammers. i am one of those dorks, but i think we were too cool back then to call ourselves anything other than aspiring writers.
sigh.
i miss those dorks.
and poof!
just like that, they're writing a blog. they're posting writings i don't understand, referencing piglet, pooh, harry potter and a bunch of other shit i don't quite follow.
it's just like writer's group!
so now my own meager ramblings, my syrupy/sweet/sickly simple/ridiculously trite and over-indulgent words of this blog could possibly be up for slaughter.
do i delete the posts?
do i erase all evidence of a girl unraveled?
nah.
perhaps it's just fiction. perhaps it's my sparkling hammer to the groin.......
wasn't it to the groin?
and why did i think it was "thrusting, sparkling hammer to the groin?"
i know that bitch was wearing boots, too.
-misplaced writer and orginal member
especially when a bunch of dorky writers calling themselves the "sparkling hammers" decide to start a blog of their own.
okay, i admit, i used to be one of the sparkling hammers. i am one of those dorks, but i think we were too cool back then to call ourselves anything other than aspiring writers.
sigh.
i miss those dorks.
and poof!
just like that, they're writing a blog. they're posting writings i don't understand, referencing piglet, pooh, harry potter and a bunch of other shit i don't quite follow.
it's just like writer's group!
so now my own meager ramblings, my syrupy/sweet/sickly simple/ridiculously trite and over-indulgent words of this blog could possibly be up for slaughter.
do i delete the posts?
do i erase all evidence of a girl unraveled?
nah.
perhaps it's just fiction. perhaps it's my sparkling hammer to the groin.......
wasn't it to the groin?
and why did i think it was "thrusting, sparkling hammer to the groin?"
i know that bitch was wearing boots, too.
-misplaced writer and orginal member
1 comment:
There was thrusting.
Undeniably, there was thrusting, and there was most definitely a groin involved. Back in the old days, there was thrusting, groins, woefully bad writing, occasionally brilliant writing, and no trace of anything Pooh-like. Sigh. How times change. I miss you Cosmic Moon Girl--your enticing prose, your tight cotton and black leather boots, your back patio and purple music dungeon, your Elvis bathroom. I even miss our Landmark groupthink and racquet (racket?) smashing good times. Pennsylvania stole you. Will we ever get you back?
That said, the new group is a lovely and steadfast bunch, despite the fact I've quit more times than I can count. Don't let the Pooh-talk fool you. Them's some hardcore muthafuckas. Okay. I shouldn't use slang. I'm really bad at it. And we're not that hardcore. Sigh.
When are you coming home Moon Girl?
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