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i. When will I hold a place on your list? Names that are worth something - a few I've never even heard before - sit like pretty little teacups all in a row, all holding their breath, all minding their own business, until something comes along and ignites their genius. (And I want a piece of it.) I want to see my name on your list, I want to feel like everything I think is worth something and I am worth something and I somewhere behind my eyes, I suppose I know I am, but I'd like the confirmation, and if you'd be so kind as to please put my name down on that list of yours I'd be ever-so-grateful, so sir, when will I hold a place on your list? ii. Your decisive opinion of these fictional scribbles is like a black-and-white silent stop-motion film that I was never asked to expose. And when I did, (sir, your mind is like gravy) I knew that you'd thicken with flour and and overrun my potatoes, and I've realized that dinner isn't worth ruining for you, and besides, this film is nothing more than a tally of my faults. One, two, three. Tick-tock. Beep.
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Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
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i. When will I hold a place on your list? Names that are worth something - a few I've never even heard before - sit like pretty little teacups all in a row, all holding their breath, all minding their own business, until something comes along and ignites their genius. (And I want a piece of it.) I want to see my name on your list, I want to feel like everything I think is worth something and I am worth something and I somewhere behind my eyes, I suppose I know I am, but I'd like the confirmation, and if you'd be so kind as to please put my name down on that list of yours I'd be ever-so-grateful, so sir, when will I hold a place on your list? ii. Your decisive opinion of these fictional scribbles is like a black-and-white silent stop-motion film that I was never asked to expose. And when I did, (sir, your mind is like gravy) I knew that you'd thicken with flour and and overrun my potatoes, and I've realized that dinner isn't worth ruining for you, and besides, this film is nothing more than a tally of my faults. One, two, three. Tick-tock. Beep.
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Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
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