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Sunday, July 11, 2010

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That's like a Godard film stocked with performing arts grads. I'm going to go read that again now.

OH SHIT.

Damn.

LIke, dag yo.

That's way better than god.

You can do whatever you want as long as you write like that.

"That great love affairs are like petty crimes"That is the line I can't let go of. I am at the point where I want the burn, and that scares me and thrills me at the same time. This was amazing.

This was loooooooovely, with a nasty streak right down the middle. Delicious.

That was fantastic!

This is awesome. What a fantastic read.

I once told a man who tried to come back into my life, one I sort of strung along until I lost my nerve, that I did what I did because I wanted to ruin him the way he ruined me, so when I got to that line, I felt that wicked little chill in my blood. Goddamn, lady, I can't even adequately express to you how much I love this. I want to be you when you do this writing stuff.

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