In the late autumn of 2008, I resuscitated an old book entitled "A Postmodern Belch" from the recesses of my pubic hair (it had sprouted like a moss throughout the city).
When said book had been dusted off, polished up, re-worked and completed with help from my writing workshop associates: mainly Derek, Chris, Mike and Dana, I fell into a stupor.
So, to stop myself from spending another month going "aaaaaa" in front of the computer, me wrote this. Fun narrative. Bouncy. Postmodern. You'll hate it and you're love it.
Beep beep. You can find it here.
When said book had been dusted off, polished up, re-worked and completed with help from my writing workshop associates: mainly Derek, Chris, Mike and Dana, I fell into a stupor.
So, to stop myself from spending another month going "aaaaaa" in front of the computer, me wrote this. Fun narrative. Bouncy. Postmodern. You'll hate it and you're love it.
Beep beep. You can find it here.
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