February 15, 2008

Self-pity, with sparkles of talent

Ironically, I wrote a sentence today that I really like, while describing to someone why I never finish novels and stories and such:
Things tend to peter out, and I find myself wandering in a gritty urban desert, dowsing for closure.

As I told bobbobbob, I'd be proud of it if it wasn't so fucking true.

Oh yeah: Happy fucking Valentine's Day. Now fuck you.

Posted by jbz at February 15, 2008 12:31 AM | TrackBack

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