Will

can ya man, can ya? can ya man? can ya man can ya man can ya?

can you can can ya man?
can ya?

i don't think you can
man

i don't think you canya

can you man?
can ya can?

can ya will?

will ya can?

can you can can ya will?

will ya can can ya man?


or won't ya?

cause if you won't? who will

premise for plot? plot would be nice

so..

how about the weak male character has to protect two female roommates who's house is being occasionally broken into, and there's sexual tension.

that could be a good early-middlish part

apologies

sorry i haven't been posting anything...but i've not been writing anything.

i'm sorry. i'll try to write more, and this semister will be writing classes after all this waiting to get to the real part of college...or something.. i'm excited.

dear pickwick,

why couldn't you have been more?
why couldn't you have hula dancers or a ball pit?
your sign and location had grabbed my heart on every commute
i thought you'd be perfect!

i expected you to be the same as i expected all my other dreams
incredible, exciting, fruitful, full of laughter
but you were only filled with a few old regulars

did i ask too much?
grand thoughts and daydreams so often fail..
but maybe if only you had been flawless
those vast visions of graduer would all have taken root

postage from irvine

dear lois,

so johnny drake was sitting in his coffee shop smwaphee shop with a grin on his chin. and he said to me, "well son, sometimes life'll just...grabyoubyzzballs...youz'zee?"

and i'd smile for a while and chuckle and smile...and just...well then you just laugh at him.

he would then look over to you. laughing. a lot.

and say something silly about the apes in africa getting really happy that everyone's killing each other off. over there. but really the moral of the story was simply light. and...delicate. so much so that you could just reach out and touch it. but...i don't know why i'm telling you this lois...but...well, i've but had too much whiskey tonight and i'm going completely silly.

i will definately call you...if not text message you...at least tonight or tomorrow...when will be after you get this tomorrow...or the next day of course...


so. i'm sure i will talk to you before then. now.


yes.

well, anyway, i love you and toledo is just a smashing time...

see you yesterday,
irvine

crosspost from bwergg @ LJ

started

Nov. 12th, 2005 | 04:18 pm
mood: relaxed
music: nick drake on data at work

i started my book this morning. it's up on my writing blog. or at least...the ideas behind the first three chapters...please don't be offended if i ignore all your comments until i have more of an idea of what the final thing will look like.

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chapter 6: who's fleecing makes a fool of me

for this sweet and heavy trouble he had none other to blame than himself.

i could buy you a drink, i could tell you all about it, i could tell you why i doubted, and i could tell you why i still believe.

but i can't say it like i can fucking sing it. and i can't sing it like i think it. man. and i can't think it. like i feel it. or something. someshit. and i don't feel a thing.

apathy. not worry.

fuck.