I always thought of him as someone who would leave long aching waves carving away at our small brave outcroppings of land. I always thought of eyes blinking open and shut, open and shut, with all the colors of the world spinning by before them. I always thought of that one impossibly hot, impossibly bright day in the darkest part of Brooklyn--the
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i PUKED and CRIED and SCREAMED after reading this.
you are so incredible. i just don't know how to communicate it. in fact, appropriately enough, the only way i think i can get it across is by (paraphrasing you) "expostulating, gesturing, getting up out of my seat and pacing around, shouting, whispering, sobbing, laughing, hissing, and growing violent while trying to get across to the interviewer how ridiculously AWESOME your writing is." i may even have to "write a 200+ page book, trying to get this message across."
and yes, it will be called GOD II: KESTREL.
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i've been finding livejournal (doing my own entries and reading other peoples') really inspirational over the past few months. hope it works that way for you too. :)
T <- <3
(that does double-duty as my sign-off, and as a heart flying toward tico.)
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