Before mercury, my blood used to fill thermometers.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

A booming middle class.

Three things:

I never think necessarily that I am in bad shape to do something I genuinely want to do but spend that energy considering the new dimension my state casts on that thing that I'm doing: like I have this reading on Saturday, and by then I believe I will still feel like hot garbage. But when it's something I don't want to do, I am never in good shape to do it. My state's irrelevant.

I don't know if anyone will be there but my best friend and my boyfriend and that's all I need.

Speaking of friends, the new Very Literary is ALL ABOUT KRISTEN STONE! Because Very Literary is a blog and informal, although I never refer to it as such and try and keep an elevated sense of itself within itself, as if it's a radio program, although I break the voice completely in this post because I really just needed a repository for my enthusiasm about something my friend is doing, hence it's something about which I admit to a bias and so did not want to put it elsewhere, where I try and maintain a semblance of professionalism - WITF is based in Harrisburg, where I have a reputation for a-professionalism to uphold. The post was borne of an email that I haven't finished yet. I was spiraling too tightly in a reaction to her reading of How Should a Person Be? by Sheila Heti, and my reaction split into part of that post, a review I'm working on at Anobium, and more - maybe a musical adaptation.

Segueing right into: I have two little prose hoes working the corner of La Petite Zine and your eyeballs. This is how I talk now.

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