I'm sleepless in Beirut. One, two, three, checking. Tuk, tuk, tuk. Is it on?
Scrreeeeeeech.
Everyone covers their ears.
Sorry.
*whispers to the other* Can I address the audience directly? Isn't that against, like, you know, every law in literature?
*whispers back* Are you Tolstoy? This is a blog. Chill. And after post-modernism, you whatever pretty much do can want...
Clears the dust off the screen and keyboard. Ahem, ahem.
Seeing that today my life took an unexpected turn, I am at a loss, at a crossroads, at the start of ten thousand possibilities. I am at a loss for words. I feel like I'm driving towards a 7ejez, a road block, a writer's block. I've always been driving myself, writing for myself, but 10,000 miles, 10,000 passing views ahead, I can't help, but want to go further and take you along with the journey.
Where would you like me to take you? Somewhere old? Somewhere new? Somewhere borrowed? Somewhere blue?
My indicator is on, blinking...
somewhere blue
ReplyDeleteyou're better, better and better then some incidents.. for this i salute you :)
ReplyDelete...you are hilarious. Love it :)
ReplyDeleteYou call this Literature?
ReplyDeleteYou call this comprehending what you read? I call this jumping to conclusions. Read again x.
ReplyDeleteWhy not accept constructive criticism?
ReplyDeleteYou started out great. But you've started repeating yourself. Becoming a bit monotonous.