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October 22nd, 2005

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So so so so so want to edit the Best of Craigslist book that’m certain will eventually come to a coffetable hear you. Some of them thengs are the make-me-want-to-despair-into the curtain-drawn reality of my scriberly, merited mediocrity. And then I burst air with a laughter technique that I sometimes feel comes quick naturally to me. So I’d have such good fun. And then in the afternoon I might shuffle together a themey organization–pith-pitted but not too intrusive–sprinkle through and top with dumbfoundedly and wildely stretched ‘torializen, and could throw a committed sprawl down on that chaise’s ajust ss in time to catch Tuesday’s last act act of its nightly, all-star sunset show, and by mid-morning be yawning my way out of the enveloping showeroom steam in a personal and very hotly contested bid to get to the front door before my publisher honch shrugs off without having finally lived that one moment he got into "the lit biz" looking for: the seemingly spontaneous and certainly unannounced house call to personally hand (not foot or genitalially) deliver the first numerically-modest-but-overladen with the significance of a youthful virginity in its very death throes royalty check, and be the first to personally congratulate me, re rigeurly as he might self-consciously joke as the tension of pending wealth goes 0-60 from obsurely hanging to feeding frenzily in the nitro-spiked air between us, thanks to a few Japanese hipsters who happened to take notice of its non-standard packaging and pushed it into a global mid-market best-seller-bound buy spree. IE: easy money.
 

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