I was a bastard to live with in my twenties.
June 16, 2008 at 7:40 pm | Posted in writing | 11 CommentsTags: autobiography, flash fiction, writing
Paul,
Please call the Trading Post if you don’t want them to keep advertising the piano for sale. (Also, where’s the rent money?)
Angela.
Angela,
Thanks. Please return my red nail polish before morning so I can go to work. (Also, have you seen my snorkel anywhere?) Better to fail gloriously than to succeed in mediocrity.
Paul.
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red nail polish..there is a story there.
Comment by nectarfizz— June 16, 2008 #
Wow, synchronicity, I was just then writing a comment for you at exactly the same time you were here, cool, I was just saying I was liking your poetry more and more and then I came here and you were here, amazing, I love synchroncity.
Comment by Paul— June 16, 2008 #
oh GingaPaul, i think you would look loverly in red. This is a brilliant piece of flash.
i’ll do your toes if you’ll do mine. i’ll even paint little flowers on each nail…
It’s a deal, Lakota. I want a different flower on each one and I shall paint tiny poems on each of yours,
Comment by Lakota— June 16, 2008 #
Yes, I bet you were… 😉
Yes, but I’m all better now, Simonne, haha, honestly,
Comment by Simonne— June 16, 2008 #
oh, brilliant. One thing your writing can never achieve is mediocrity; and even if it achieves it by some negating stretch of the imagination, the very meaning of mediocrity might be swapped by that of gloriousness. watch out, I might open up a wordpress blog soon, but it wouldn’t be featuring my “writings” as in literary artwork (or attempts at the same). It might be a more “mediocre” form of blogging, where a heterogeneous mixture of one’s viewpoints might be publicized hidden amongst my wannabe photographs 🙂
You will never be mediocre, even if you try real hard, Sumedh. Your flower photographs are absolute works of art, a spiritual narrative,
Comment by Sumedh— June 16, 2008 #
Some thing never change, eh? Did you sell the piano? I’ve thought about selling my piano many times but it is a part of me… just can’t do it.
Yes, that one I sold, Ms P. That was about ten pianos ago. I have changed, I promise, I only paint my toenails on Fridays now.
Comment by Mary P— June 17, 2008 #
So here I am, Sumedh and all, new avatar and all, still alive and all;
Cool bananas, I have changed links and feeds and so forth. Let the new adventure begin, Sumedh, my friend, companion, poet, photographer extraordinaire. Rage on,
Comment by Vaniz— June 17, 2008 #
yess i want to hear more about the red nail polish too.
Well, it’s a little complicated, Lissa, you see I was working in this, ahh well, maybe another time, by the way, you are still the best writer in the known bloggosphere,
Comment by lissa— June 17, 2008 #
I can never go to work without my red nail polish either. It’s also good for painting rust spots on the car. A gender-neutral item.
Ahh yes, Gloria, exactly, that is what I was using it for, definitely, honestly, the car, yep,
Comment by writer reading— June 17, 2008 #
where in AUS did you live in your 20s? what part now? like how close to the wino part?
A long from the wino part, I’m afraid, which is down south in cooler climes. I have lived in and around Brisbane, in Queensland, (kind of three quarters up the eastern coast) subtropically perfect, most of my life. No wine, plenty beer.
Comment by artpredator— June 18, 2008 #
ah the oz… possible explains the need for red polish on fridays… this sounds like a funny little diary note… something made you think of it and had to write it down… terrific
Comment by pieceofpie— June 20, 2008 #