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Aug. 29th, 2006 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saphyriaDear Joseph Conrad,
Just be glad you are already dead, dear, or I would be coming after you with an icepick, a shovel and a long wooden box.
I'm not sure which of these I'd use to actually off you and which I'd use to get rid of the body with. But it doesn't matter. The point is that you are dead, and can no longer write things like Heart of Darkness and The Secret Agent. The blurbs on the back of the books actually made them sound interesting, dangit! That's false advertising!
No love,
-Saph
~*~*~*~
167/245 pages done. Graaaaaaaa.
Also, "I'm Just a Singer in a Rock'N'Roll Band" is such an Yrael song.
Just be glad you are already dead, dear, or I would be coming after you with an icepick, a shovel and a long wooden box.
I'm not sure which of these I'd use to actually off you and which I'd use to get rid of the body with. But it doesn't matter. The point is that you are dead, and can no longer write things like Heart of Darkness and The Secret Agent. The blurbs on the back of the books actually made them sound interesting, dangit! That's false advertising!
No love,
-Saph
~*~*~*~
167/245 pages done. Graaaaaaaa.
Also, "I'm Just a Singer in a Rock'N'Roll Band" is such an Yrael song.
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Date: 2006-08-30 12:38 pm (UTC)Writing a moralistic end of days novel doesn't really have the same zing when your main characters easily find the solution to all their problems.
(We have no salt, we'll all die! Oh WAIT! We have salt flats! We have no water, we'll all die! Oh WAIT! I have an artisian well!)
GRRRR.