I can't believe I wrote that story. Poet, I mean. The latest addition to the Midnight Theater. It's not even a story, it's utter gibberish.
But then again, most of my stories are.
I mean, "a mead; a contract of love, concocted from lavender, roses, mistletoes, and the blood of a crow"?
I'm telling ya, random thoughts.
But to hell with all this. I like it. Maybe that's just because I wrote it. Maybe because I get to tell the truth with lies again. Just like what I did with Visage of Lies.
"While it may not be the most pleasant, or the best story you’ve ever heard in your life, but it has the singular advantage of being absolutely true. There is no lesson to be taken away from it, and there is no heart warming ending to it; but it is a true story, nonetheless."
And that's the God-honest truth. But that's also a lie. Because the story is completely made up. It didn't happen in real life.
But it's the goddamn truth.
Confused yet? I know I am. Ah well.
We'll continue this conversation some other time, shall we?
Until then, Good night.
Sleep
Tight.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Interlude, 16 - 10 - 2008
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I've seen your little thing on facebook was it? She's your goddess eh? Well, I would have selected some very different Goddesses if I were you.
Hera was a domineering bitch who insisted on controlling everything around her
Aphrodite was as fickle as a butterfly on a summer's day
and
Athena was perhaps the biggest cold-fish amongst all the Grecian Gods.
Hahaha anyway I suppose that was sweet of you. ANyway that's not why I'm here. I wanted your opinion on a story I have just written.
it's nowhere near as good as yours. Or as deep. But I would appreciate if I got some comment from the great Bagus himself :)
PEACE
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