we think. we think. we think its the end of Marijuana Days.
ray bradbury isnt a bad guy. i like his writing. not alot, but i do. hes an accomplished author and hes good at what he does. but what the fuck happened to this novel? its like he was on LSD through it. there is such a thing as adding a mystical touch to your writing but what the fuck? every other paragraph is this amazing metaphor that feels totally out of place unless youre in the mood for it. thats what pisses me off the most i guess, that you have to be in the mood for a book in order to enjoy it. fucking you dont have to do that with steinbeck or fucking faulkner. fuck you ray bradbury, you uptight prick.
thats mean, im sorry ray bradbury. but youre pissing me off man.
i guess he just doesnt want to write like stephen king. you know people call stephen king the mcdonalds of writing.
i read this book the other day. i just liked the cover i guess. its called "hey nostradamus!" by doug coupland. no offense to coupland but i could have written better. its something to read on a sunday afternoon but its not... good.
i cant say this about any of bradbury's books. I cant wait till i get cancer. i forget who did this but some guy wrote in essay form when he had cancer because he thought that essays would be easier to complete. its like he wrote his memoirs in essay form. that'd actually make for a good read.
ok, ive made a healthy, informed decision to stop smoking. it makes for good writing but its fucking with me too much. done done done. guys, Marijuana Days are over. started june 2nd, done june 17th.
you know i remember one night in spain when i tripped and the roamed streets with some med students from new york and we ran into the little clothes store
called "Marihuana". that kicked the nuts for me. this one guy, eric, said he was going to name his private practice by that same name. i never saw those people again but it made for a fun night. if that guy eric really did name his practice "Marihuana", i swear to god if i had the power id put that shit on the cover of time.
spain kicked ass, im gonna write an entry dedicated to spain, it kicked ass.
thats mean, im sorry ray bradbury. but youre pissing me off man.
i guess he just doesnt want to write like stephen king. you know people call stephen king the mcdonalds of writing.
i read this book the other day. i just liked the cover i guess. its called "hey nostradamus!" by doug coupland. no offense to coupland but i could have written better. its something to read on a sunday afternoon but its not... good.
i cant say this about any of bradbury's books. I cant wait till i get cancer. i forget who did this but some guy wrote in essay form when he had cancer because he thought that essays would be easier to complete. its like he wrote his memoirs in essay form. that'd actually make for a good read.
ok, ive made a healthy, informed decision to stop smoking. it makes for good writing but its fucking with me too much. done done done. guys, Marijuana Days are over. started june 2nd, done june 17th.
you know i remember one night in spain when i tripped and the roamed streets with some med students from new york and we ran into the little clothes store
called "Marihuana". that kicked the nuts for me. this one guy, eric, said he was going to name his private practice by that same name. i never saw those people again but it made for a fun night. if that guy eric really did name his practice "Marihuana", i swear to god if i had the power id put that shit on the cover of time.
spain kicked ass, im gonna write an entry dedicated to spain, it kicked ass.