I remember when I use to want to be a writer. Dreams of Pulitzer prizes danced in my head.But then I got older, and I started reading the stuff you write.
So I burned all my notebooks, all my hopes and dreams.
And then I realized you were quoting Flaubert and T.S. Elliot.
That you did not in fact write that yourself.
Damn it.
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As someone who's quoted T.S. Eliot and Flaubert on her blog, errrr...
What was the question?
I completely understand. I used to hide my poems in dresser drawers, under clothes so no one would find them.
I've got to admit that 5% of my material is post-recycled material from Run or DMC.
PS - Does this mean my blog is even more lame than I'd previously assessed?
Luckily, I have no idea who "Flaubert" is. Is it the little rat guy from Dilbert?
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