tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186027872011-04-22T06:07:29.672+10:00MaybeMaybeMaybeMaybeMaybeMaybeMaybeZac Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02483869482308374461noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602787.post-1134380315312529502005-12-12T19:29:00.000+10:002005-12-12T19:40:40.386+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5944/1824/1600/snowwhiteblinds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5944/1824/320/snowwhiteblinds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />'Tis the season.<br />Everyone is groggy and noggy and noddy and.<br /><br />You complete that sentence.<br /><br />I have been preparing for the release of <span style="font-style: italic;">Action/Adventure</span>. That is its name in my mind and in my mind only. I think I stole the name, but I can never be sure.<br /><br />Was this an old video game?<br />I don't remember.<br /><br />I'm writing in another medium about whorehouses and paper cranes.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />The Set Up:</span><br />A whorehouse kidnaps its women. They are unable to go outside and cannot escape. They have to earn their keep and their lives by performing sexual favours for whatever client is available. But they are all extremely eager to throw themselves at these men, eager for<br />[dare I say it]<br />a fuck.<br /><br />With each<br />[here I go again]<br />fuck, they make a paper crane. At one thousand fucks they are deemed to be not what the client wants. The client wants someone young and fresh. One thousand cranes and they're free.<br /><br />Many don't make it.<br />Many die.<br /><br />From infection or disease or murder.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602787-113438031531252950?l=twistaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zac Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02483869482308374461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602787.post-1131352693982433322005-11-07T18:33:00.000+10:002005-11-07T18:38:13.990+10:00Hauled off to Lady Big-Smoke on Saturday. Tried to make the best of a bad situation through dances and general not-being-serious.<br /><br />And now I'm sick, yet hungry.<br />Consequences!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602787-113135269398243332?l=twistaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zac Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02483869482308374461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602787.post-1131024253291995812005-11-03T23:01:00.000+10:002005-11-03T23:29:33.793+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5944/1824/1600/popartblur.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5944/1824/200/popartblur.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I struck up a deal.<br /><br />Write a short story and get out of most of the remaining assessment. It's a bargain that leaves me with many options and writer's block.<br /><br />A N<span style="font-style: italic;">oi</span>r N<span style="font-style: italic;">ove</span>l or <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ind</span>ie <span style="font-weight: bold;">Adv</span>ent<span style="font-weight: bold;">ur</span>e?<br />I can't decide.<br /><br />Ha-haa. Formatting is the worst in at least three different ways.<br /><br /><br />I'm having lots of fantasies right now. They all either involve me becoming famous and influential or combing my hair. In the first, I am always a General or Secret Agent Man or Writer that makes it big. In the second I have a comb.<br /><br />Maybe down-to-Earth fantasies are better.<br /><br /><br />Mr. Mister and I took the day off on Wednesday when we were meant to be somewhere seemingly important. I think they're on to us. They keep exaggerating stories of our absence and twisting our words. No one can prove anything. We just shake our heads and make sure not to say anything incriminating.<br /><br />Ha-haa. The jig is up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602787-113102425329199581?l=twistaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zac Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02483869482308374461noreply@blogger.com0