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Agaguah, I'm hungry.
I'm so hungry I just sneezed.
But I like being hungry, much more than I like having food, so I'll keep this way.
"So, I think to myself, I may as well get some writing done, try and digest the last 48 hours that's sitting as rich and heavy in my head as the Crispy Chicken and Wonton soup I couldn't finish and the Roast Pork Wonton Mee noodles I could barely start are sitting in my stomach. Writing, for me, is a way of processing what I've consumed, breaking it down, burning it off. Writing keeps me skinny, I sort of think, takes all that junk I guzzle down like there's no tomorrow, eyes too big for my stomach, and it turns it into the energy that powers me; and when all that stuff is broken down and burned off, well then, I'll feel tired then, and I'll go to sleep and I'll wake up tomorrow as hungry as I was this morning. Or rather I'll wake up this morning as hungry as I was yesterday. That's the way life should be lived, skinny and fucking hungry all the time, not fat and indolent, fat in the stomach and fat in the head. You are what you eat? Fuck that shit. Eat what you are. Devour the days of your life. Tear chunks out of your nights and chew them up till they're just soft enough to swallow. Life is a fucking feast."
Heh, glad it only took me a few minutes to drudge up that quote from Hal Duncan(Author of VELLUM and INK)'s blag. I remembered it as something along the lines of he wished he could exist in a constant state of hunger. But that may have been from Allen Campbell's blag. Ah well. I cannae' find it. So the story goes and I wanted to be asleep half an hour ago.
Feh, I think I have this thing where I remember quotes better than they actually were... Oh well, gives me stuff to go on about and someday people'll quote my awesomeness.
Or I'll just make it look like they did. Anything is possible on the intranets,
Also, a very important sidenote: All my userpics are full of suck.
I'm so hungry I just sneezed.
But I like being hungry, much more than I like having food, so I'll keep this way.
"So, I think to myself, I may as well get some writing done, try and digest the last 48 hours that's sitting as rich and heavy in my head as the Crispy Chicken and Wonton soup I couldn't finish and the Roast Pork Wonton Mee noodles I could barely start are sitting in my stomach. Writing, for me, is a way of processing what I've consumed, breaking it down, burning it off. Writing keeps me skinny, I sort of think, takes all that junk I guzzle down like there's no tomorrow, eyes too big for my stomach, and it turns it into the energy that powers me; and when all that stuff is broken down and burned off, well then, I'll feel tired then, and I'll go to sleep and I'll wake up tomorrow as hungry as I was this morning. Or rather I'll wake up this morning as hungry as I was yesterday. That's the way life should be lived, skinny and fucking hungry all the time, not fat and indolent, fat in the stomach and fat in the head. You are what you eat? Fuck that shit. Eat what you are. Devour the days of your life. Tear chunks out of your nights and chew them up till they're just soft enough to swallow. Life is a fucking feast."
Heh, glad it only took me a few minutes to drudge up that quote from Hal Duncan(Author of VELLUM and INK)'s blag. I remembered it as something along the lines of he wished he could exist in a constant state of hunger. But that may have been from Allen Campbell's blag. Ah well. I cannae' find it. So the story goes and I wanted to be asleep half an hour ago.
Feh, I think I have this thing where I remember quotes better than they actually were... Oh well, gives me stuff to go on about and someday people'll quote my awesomeness.
Or I'll just make it look like they did. Anything is possible on the intranets,
Also, a very important sidenote: All my userpics are full of suck.