Idle Chit-Chat
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Keep on plugging along, boy.

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn’t good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and gray. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

Man, wish I could write like that.

Lately, my writing… hmmm… capabilities have been stifled either by boredom or just the lack of ammunition in my armory. Hurray for metaphors.

I remember what my professor in comics class told me: "Your brain is like a scanner: it churns out anything you put in it. So, if you want to be a competent writer, you have to READ A LOOTTT!" Well, it’s not really word-for-word. He said it in a more glorious manner in which angels descended from heaven while sustaining a high note.

Hmmm… do you recommend any good books for me to sink my mental teeth into?

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