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Sure Corrie felt shitty reading her big sister's diary. Did feeling like a degenerate make Corrie put away what wasn't hers and go do something productive like laundry? Hell no. All of the people Shelley wrote about in her big red book were thinly disguised real folk, like too-close-to-home-folk. Like who could this bitchy character…
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It seems as though the puller of strings and the maestro of messing with heads is at it again. Never one to show his work, the Old Unknowable has led me back to the path from which I ran not so very long ago. I thought I got a jump on the Big Blankness, but…
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So, if Myra appears somewhat dowdy these days, does that mean she's writing? Hair's gone natural, middle's thicker; the inside of her closet is black and blue. The clues all add up. Myra’s derrière has reacquainted itself with the desk chair. I believe a book is brewing. Somewhere out there an agent sings ecstatically the…
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What Edwina did was write a 19th century-style novel praising the CTW and readers never noticed or didn't care. The easily impressed and highly enthusiastic masses cried: This book is amazing! However, when one's main character is emotionally dependent on others, intellectually incurious, and ill-equipped to think critically, we may as well root for the…
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"Ok, I'll concede the point," Stevie said in-between bites of a pineapple and Gruyère sandwich on banana bread, "but what I was trying to get you to understand is magic is made up of words, words are found in books, books are a nifty and convenient delivery system for language. Language creates worlds where magic…
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My name is Reed Wallis. I live inside a faux bison hide tipi more than likely at the end of your street. I carve initials into things, like T.I.E. on the gray, axe bit-mangled post which supports your letterbox. I like ladies called George. One of them slipped me this on the back of a…
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Dear Mesmeric Cleric, Please stay out of the light, away from the spin machine, and off the sticky track. It's so much better that way for both of us. And just so you know, you are right when you write: "The work must speak for itself." I agree on all seven levels. I don't…
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The notion of truth (What is it? Where can I get some? Does it come in my size?) makes my head pound. I mean, we know truth when we see it, right? Ok, then. Give me your systems and processes and phenomena and I will show and/or tell you what is what. You can do…
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What lies on the other side of language? Por ejemplo: If a picture tells a story, does he expect me to understand what he is saying in the same way he does? If I take away my own, different meaning(s) from what I hear the picture telling me, it stands to reason I am no…
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To self-educate is way better than to self-medicate. And hey, a gal doesn't want to go through life as a thwarted intellectual, does she? Turn up the dial, amigos. Your community is waiting. So what if your feet haven't found anything solid on which to stand? Build your base and let time manage the project's…
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