15 authors that have and do influence my writing

[lustmordred]

Snagged this from cordelia_gray because I thought it was interesting.

The Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen authors (poets included) who have influenced you and will always stick with you. List the first 15 you can recall in no more than 15 minutes, and they don't have to be listed in order of relevance to you.Shirley Rousseau Murphy

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[portraitofafool]

Well, why not? I'm not putting this on my journal though since everyone on there is a lurker and it just makes me feel weird to do that shit.

1. Stephen King
2. Chuck Palahniuk
3. Richard Siken
4. T.S. Eliot
5. Rainer Maria Rilke
6. Henry Rollins (he's insane, but I love the way he writes)
7. Thomas Harris
8. Robin McKinley
9. Anne Rice
10. Oscar Wilde (because "love hath a bitter taste" is the best line ever. almost. he's also an example of what I don't want my writing to ever become)
11. Angela Carter
12. Janet Fitch
13. John Berryman
14. Dax Riggs
15. Dr. Seuss (he managed to make what should've been something absolutely inane both educational and entertaining)

I have never seen Operation Stealth Nugget and I can't watch it either. So ah... explain?

Sorry, but that random, floating "11" was just too bizarre.

[lustmordred]

Operation Stealth Nugget:

Dressed in "disguises" of sunglasses and ugly clothes, Misha, a couple of friends, and I think his wife all go out into the woods and cut down a scorched tree with wee little rusted hand saws. The hand saws aren't quite cutting it, so they throw ropes around it and pull it down. They then put the tree in the back of a UHaul truck, sticking out way farther than I'm sure is the legal limit and I don't know how the whole truck didn't just overbalance, and they drive it to an island corner near Hollywood Boulevard, across the street from the Bank of America. They dig a hole, fill it with cement, cut all the big branches off the bottom of the tree, and they put the end of the tree in the hole full of cement. They decorate it with little lamps and lanterns and shit, and there's a plaque. It reads thus:

A Gift To The