After some deliberation, he finally settled on an indie called, somewhat obscurely, “Julia, Julienne, Jules And Their Incredibly Indelible Love Affair Between The Sheets Of A Greek Tavern In My Neighbourhood”.
He finally left the house to get some air. Out on the street, a break dancer was spinning round and round. His xanthous baseball cap lay on the sidewalk like a sacred Tibetan bronze bowl.
The stories I will write before that last one will be as prayerful as anything I have ever penned: the characters will be mild and philosophical with an even demeanour gracing my own age, like a study of butterflies at the end of their long, arduous journey.
February 7, 2010 – 3:14 pm
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, the serious writer
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Tagged david lodge, death, existential, fictionaut, flawnt, last story, love, pipe, podcast, serious writer, therapy, writing
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“Only strong personalities can endure such size, the weak ones are extinguished by it”, said D., a red head with an imposing chest eyeing his cock. The serious writer, his past fogged by reckless existentialist thought, recognised the Nietzschean rudiment and smiled knowingly.
January 9, 2010 – 3:11 pm
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, published, the serious writer
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Tagged bratwurst, burrito, canada, cock, custard launcher, dagger, fang, frank hinton, knob, Metazen, penis, podcast, rod, serious writer, size
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