"She wants to know, my good man, if your penis resembles a flower..."
my jarvis cocker appreciation has grown into sexual obsession. that's ok. in fact it's very nice. mmm i've youtubed just about everything with him that is worth seeing.
finally was able to push forward in "richard and margaret." strangely, i'm changing. i used today's chapter as an excuse to change. seeing as it's the first chapter wherein the protagonist is both drunk and alone, i used it as a chance to try some more lyrical, inner-mind prose. this is something i haven't attempted in about three or four years. and with what images do i return to the style? why, the mental stripping of a myspace photo, of course. don't you tell me i'm not a part of my generation.
tonight i was so inspired by the wind and mist - my neighborhood is the last outpost of town and campus, it's isolated from other dwellings by a mile or so of sports fields - my building is on the furthest edge of the neighborhood, my apartment is at the rear of the building's top floor, and faces out over fields, trees, the nature trail, etc. so as you can imagine, i am in a position to be very inspired by the weather... and inspired i am, when it's fucking right.
anyway, the mist and wind inspired me tonight, as i drove aimlessly a little, after writing in the computer lab. i got to needing richard and josh to go somewhere, to take themselves beyond margaret's basement (spoiler alert, oops too late). i got to needing something beyond the effete gay irony, i needed to bring in some gritty american boy love (aren't you shocked?) you know, the kind that grows quickly for an hour until it shoots itself under the scrotum. so now my mind is all about, well what? as of now i love the idea of having them take margaret's car somewhere. snicker.
but goddamn, that will mean this story is way too long to submit to my school's magazine - well it probably would have been rejected anyway, now that it has full frontal nudity, even if said nudity is purely the imagination of a drunken college freshman, just woken up in a friend's backyard.
i do like that, though. i've just finished with josh dropping his front, now i will proceed to dismantle richard's, until the two are alone together, driving tipsily in a stolen friend's car, toward some kind of dawn. damn, where is this going? this was just supposed to be an ironic little jab at gender/college identity. i guess my american ass can't resist a getaway car wandering trailblazing destructive adventure (snicker).
uh, i'm supposed to be working on a draft for my final modern british novel paper, due on wednesday. all i know as of now is that it'll be tracing the way hegemony affects the behaviors of characters in the novels. probably something to do with the suppression/alteration/creation of desires, drives, etc. some angry cliched shit like that.
finally was able to push forward in "richard and margaret." strangely, i'm changing. i used today's chapter as an excuse to change. seeing as it's the first chapter wherein the protagonist is both drunk and alone, i used it as a chance to try some more lyrical, inner-mind prose. this is something i haven't attempted in about three or four years. and with what images do i return to the style? why, the mental stripping of a myspace photo, of course. don't you tell me i'm not a part of my generation.
tonight i was so inspired by the wind and mist - my neighborhood is the last outpost of town and campus, it's isolated from other dwellings by a mile or so of sports fields - my building is on the furthest edge of the neighborhood, my apartment is at the rear of the building's top floor, and faces out over fields, trees, the nature trail, etc. so as you can imagine, i am in a position to be very inspired by the weather... and inspired i am, when it's fucking right.
anyway, the mist and wind inspired me tonight, as i drove aimlessly a little, after writing in the computer lab. i got to needing richard and josh to go somewhere, to take themselves beyond margaret's basement (spoiler alert, oops too late). i got to needing something beyond the effete gay irony, i needed to bring in some gritty american boy love (aren't you shocked?) you know, the kind that grows quickly for an hour until it shoots itself under the scrotum. so now my mind is all about, well what? as of now i love the idea of having them take margaret's car somewhere. snicker.
but goddamn, that will mean this story is way too long to submit to my school's magazine - well it probably would have been rejected anyway, now that it has full frontal nudity, even if said nudity is purely the imagination of a drunken college freshman, just woken up in a friend's backyard.
i do like that, though. i've just finished with josh dropping his front, now i will proceed to dismantle richard's, until the two are alone together, driving tipsily in a stolen friend's car, toward some kind of dawn. damn, where is this going? this was just supposed to be an ironic little jab at gender/college identity. i guess my american ass can't resist a getaway car wandering trailblazing destructive adventure (snicker).
uh, i'm supposed to be working on a draft for my final modern british novel paper, due on wednesday. all i know as of now is that it'll be tracing the way hegemony affects the behaviors of characters in the novels. probably something to do with the suppression/alteration/creation of desires, drives, etc. some angry cliched shit like that.