1: Confidence, wit, interest zapped mightily by a nasty headcold. I’ve been listening to a lot of shit-talking rappers in attempts of some kind of transference which is going fine but is not doing anything for the size of my lymph nodes. They’re enormous. Bragworthy.
2: Somehow I made it this far not knowing that Pale Fire is funny.
Conchologists among them can be counted on the fingers of one maimed hand.
3: Newest goal is to write something that spans at least two pages so I can be personally aware that keeping things short is out of preference and not laziness. Something to look for in 4-8 weeks.
4: Swagger and action missing from previous thing.
5, regarding 2: No? This?
Virgins have written some resplendent books.
Lovemaking is not everything.
Conchology would be the study of mollusks, though it isn’t important.
6: Here are some Literary Virgins
7: Once my father dreamt every problem in the world was caused by sex.