#no pacing

[susieandhobbes]

Can I say something mean?

[propheticfire]

Trying to write fic right now and I just can’t fucking words and it’s so frustrating because my brain is screaming “Create! Create!” and at the same time it’s like “Lol what are ideas?”

[puutterings]

No murmuring, muttering, puttering. No reading.

  ...as its waves bounced invisibly against the cement walls.       This is the sort of solitude Pascal was talking about. No pacing, for that brings in the world. No murmuring, muttering, puttering. No reading. This is the sort of solitude whose acceptance is a poetic or religious act. Or is a sign of an utter lack of inner resources, a solitude often, if not best, spent drunk.       Lights reflected...

ex chapter titled “Solitude,” in Joel Turnipseed, his Baghdad Express : A Gulf War Memoir (2003) : 109 : link

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author page at Hotel Zero (typepad) : link not seeing more recent things; the writing is good.  

[erinnightwalker]

You sir are the pulsating dickbag of an aged and syphilitic donkey.