ericboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Immortality is only a nickel away! help me write a pulp paperback success give me your death, your depravity, your sickness, your favor, your lost, your senselessness, your loneliness give it to me in bite-sized, labelled for individual sale form allow me to format it and package it and sell it and make myself a fat nickel on each copy sold give me the juicy, heart-wrenching reality and we can get on Oprah's bookclub that should get us shared by reading circles that could push up the revenue immensely from what memory have these tears been allocated which face has risen to awaken this memory and, at the root of it all, from what scents? from what sense? Is it merely the biting easterly wind slapping my face or a recollection of a simpler time simpler only because my overly analytical mind is not in it after you die, your story ends but it continues to get told until all the people that you'd touched in your time pass away your story will go on for as long as your last friend is alive then it passes, as well take these inalienable truths and ask yourself this question to find out who you are as a person: whose passing will you mourn more: yours or theirs? the point where your story ends or when your story ceases to be re-told? Safeguard against it, now! Write a pulp paperback sensation! 2:11 a.m. - 2003-10-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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