Sunday, 31 May 2015

... a piece of trash.

I feel the inexorable gravity of the entity's psychokinetic grasp tugging at my guts and howling at my mind.

—by a trashy novelist who will go unnamed. I love that it's the grasp's gravity that howls (!!??).

Whenever I feel bad about my own day's writing, it pays to read trash.

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