http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/03/04/arts/04fake.php
People, it's very simple: if it's FAKE, call it FICTION, not a motherfucking "memoir". You will still get paid, and no one will have to sue your sorry ass when the shit hits the fan.
By the way, I want everyone to know that I'm really a robot, and my novella-in-progress about giant bio-mechanical spiders and eensy cephalopodic Daughters of Dagon and sexxy mere-men is ALL TRUE. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean my cogs with that special "red grape" oil....
People, it's very simple: if it's FAKE, call it FICTION, not a motherfucking "memoir". You will still get paid, and no one will have to sue your sorry ass when the shit hits the fan.
By the way, I want everyone to know that I'm really a robot, and my novella-in-progress about giant bio-mechanical spiders and eensy cephalopodic Daughters of Dagon and sexxy mere-men is ALL TRUE. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean my cogs with that special "red grape" oil....
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Marine Autumn
I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.
--Pablo Neruda.
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.
--Pablo Neruda.
