As of Yet Untitled

[steedizzie]

Once, there wasn’t. This wasn’t wanted more than anything to be. Or it would have wanted if it had been, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t nothing. Nothing is something. It wasn’t something. It was not anything

Comments

[schismatic_tylr]

I read your story in it's entirety. This medium (Livejournal) is not the best for critiquing fiction of such length and complexity. I have thoughts and I will share them with you next time we hang.

I applaud you for creating. Our generation seems handcuffed to offer only musings on the previously established.

As I mentioned above, next time I see you, I will be more than happy to lend you my grammatically deterministic, pseudo lit fag perspective.

Also, I may be going to the Pink Door on Saturday.