Burnt Roof of Mouth
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I like it a lot.
We should have a contest to see who gets to read it first -- who can . . . ? I don't know, I'm not that creative. I'm just very happy that it will be somewhere in print, in my life time.
There's a picture in my photo album of a little gigolo and myself in front of the George V -- Paris is the best setting.
We should have a contest to see who gets to read it first -- who can . . . ? I don't know, I'm not that creative. I'm just very happy that it will be somewhere in print, in my life time.
There's a picture in my photo album of a little gigolo and myself in front of the George V -- Paris is the best setting.
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commenting on the whole 9/11 dilemma, in my opinion (key words, of course) it may help the selling of your book, yes, but some or most of your key audience may not even care if the excerpt is there or not. From the small portions you have teased us with, it seems to be a great piece of work and will likely sell itself.
as for the 9/11 as the new age prayer, i am against this. yes, it was a terrible tragedy and the new york skyline may never be the same but maybe instead of morning the deaths of people most of us has no association with and probably would have never given any of us the time of day if we were to see them walking on the street to the air-conditioning of their office to make another million dollars for themselves, we should look to some true heroes. the firemen and policeman who helped and lost their lives are heroes. i always ask what ever happened to the mourning of the Vietnam vets? were there not thousands of deaths of soldiers who were in business of loving their country? im just getting a little tired of the 9/11 fiasco because that is what it has turned into. BUT on the bright side--i cant wait to read your work!!!
as for the 9/11 as the new age prayer, i am against this. yes, it was a terrible tragedy and the new york skyline may never be the same but maybe instead of morning the deaths of people most of us has no association with and probably would have never given any of us the time of day if we were to see them walking on the street to the air-conditioning of their office to make another million dollars for themselves, we should look to some true heroes. the firemen and policeman who helped and lost their lives are heroes. i always ask what ever happened to the mourning of the Vietnam vets? were there not thousands of deaths of soldiers who were in business of loving their country? im just getting a little tired of the 9/11 fiasco because that is what it has turned into. BUT on the bright side--i cant wait to read your work!!!
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A little Paris setting just for Sarah---
I look out the window. All of the big cafes are open. I walk down to the Champs-Elyesee to have breakfast. I bring my guidebook to Paris and a map to sort out where I have to go. When I go through the lobby I walk quickly and keep my head down. I’m more than slightly embarrassed by my behavior. I acted in a way I know I shouldn’t have.
In the café I take a seat inside. I see the waiter and I think he sees me but he doesn’t come over. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to order at the bar. It’s not busy and I want to wave my hand and then decide not to. It takes the waiter a while to even come to my table. I wait a little impatiently. In the back of the guidebook I look up basic French words and phrases so I can get my point across. I don’t want a repeat of the airport.
When the garcon finally arrives I ask.
“Une café crème et trois croissants, Si Vous Plait.”
That means a coffee with milk and three croissants. The waiter is looking at me like he is confused. I’m sure I slaughtered the pronunciation even though I tried saying it all through my nose. Before he can give me any lip I add.
“Aujourd’hui.” Which means, “today.”
Two can play the attitude game. The waiter stiffly turns and walks away. When breakfast does arrive it’s scrumptious. The coffee is warm and milky and sweet, the milk settles my belly and the caffeine stimulates my psyche and allows me to face the day. The croissants are even better, light and flaky with a buttered texture. I devour the pastries and sip the last drop of coffee. I decide to get an early start with the cheese.
I look out the window. All of the big cafes are open. I walk down to the Champs-Elyesee to have breakfast. I bring my guidebook to Paris and a map to sort out where I have to go. When I go through the lobby I walk quickly and keep my head down. I’m more than slightly embarrassed by my behavior. I acted in a way I know I shouldn’t have.
In the café I take a seat inside. I see the waiter and I think he sees me but he doesn’t come over. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to order at the bar. It’s not busy and I want to wave my hand and then decide not to. It takes the waiter a while to even come to my table. I wait a little impatiently. In the back of the guidebook I look up basic French words and phrases so I can get my point across. I don’t want a repeat of the airport.
When the garcon finally arrives I ask.
“Une café crème et trois croissants, Si Vous Plait.”
That means a coffee with milk and three croissants. The waiter is looking at me like he is confused. I’m sure I slaughtered the pronunciation even though I tried saying it all through my nose. Before he can give me any lip I add.
“Aujourd’hui.” Which means, “today.”
Two can play the attitude game. The waiter stiffly turns and walks away. When breakfast does arrive it’s scrumptious. The coffee is warm and milky and sweet, the milk settles my belly and the caffeine stimulates my psyche and allows me to face the day. The croissants are even better, light and flaky with a buttered texture. I devour the pastries and sip the last drop of coffee. I decide to get an early start with the cheese.
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The only people on the site who have Burnt are Martino my agent, Mavrick my copy editor- who without I'm nothing, and who is probably pissed I'm posting stuff he hasn't gotten to yet, and McCutcheon. Me. I get one because I wrote it. The three M's or rather the Three Literay Musketeers. "en gaurd!"
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sure, whatever you say.
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well silly rabbit. don't you want the best version? How is it going with the joint book thingy? you can use any of my stuff. I think cruising. and I edited Martino's story so i could send that.
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ive started some layout ideas, i havent picked out any content yet, but im open to any suggestions. perhaps ooh could make a forum just dedicated to the book here?
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oh yeah, what the hell are we gonna call it?
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this is what janis looks like in my mind. i hope you agree, beautiful, yet very mysterious.
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I like the Three Musketeers reference...That was one of my favorite books growing up. I named my first pet D'Artagnan. Just for the sake of argument though, there are in actuality 4 musketeers...
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I would say White Stains, but that's taken. Since you're putting it together, why not something like -- Hole Pieces -- maybe that's corny. What have you been thinking of calling it?
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This is what Janis looks like. This is Janis. The real one. Now I ruined everything.
http://www.paxacidus.com/gallery/images/wp/amanda_wallpaper.jpg
Do you know what Brit looks like? I do.
Why don't we call the book Cum Stains.
http://www.paxacidus.com/gallery/images/wp/amanda_wallpaper.jpg
Do you know what Brit looks like? I do.
Why don't we call the book Cum Stains.
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sorry about that last post. Tony my friend from Liverpool flew in two days ago and everything is a blur. I'm actually typing this from the floor because i can't stand up. and that isn't Janis. That's Amanda! who is in LA and I miss her so that's why i posted that.
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there are lotsa names for book titles out there.
here are some -- don't know whether there is a good one among them, but the internet is always a suitable medium for throwing something against the wall to see whether it sticks...
Emotional Toothpaste
More Stories About Fucking and Fighting
Spunk & Judy
Dried Crust in Corner of Mouth
here are some -- don't know whether there is a good one among them, but the internet is always a suitable medium for throwing something against the wall to see whether it sticks...
Emotional Toothpaste
More Stories About Fucking and Fighting
Spunk & Judy
Dried Crust in Corner of Mouth
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or how about this (admittedly rude) one
as they say, there's a thin line between clever and stupid
as they say, there's a thin line between clever and stupid