Ah, Dearest, Most Fashionable Readers! Upon researching Dearest, Most Fashionable Slash on the internets today, I have learned quite a lot about him. For instance, Slash has a fear of leaving his arm hanging out of the passenger-side windows of cars. Slash also looks at everything from a “very realistic day-to-day, moment-to-moment point of view.” And — and I really think this is absolutely beautiful — his earliest memory: “My grandmother in England dragging me to church on Sunday mornings in the fall and shuffling through the leaves, knowing I had no choice.” Wow! I really, really love that. It’s an incredibly tender, yet realistic, moment.
And that is all for tonight. Except for the poem, yeah. Inspired by none other than John D. Rockefeller. Holla!
The Streets Stained with Crimson
[crimson being a most fashionable color this time of year]
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Say you’ve been struggling to publish a book. As in, struggling. As in, STRUH-GUL-LING. As in, for years now. For years. So many years that you’ve actually finished ANOTHER book in the mean time, which you are also, now struh-gul-ling to publish. Then, say you see this dog one day. And say you admire said dog. His plush coat! His strong teeth! His ability to fetch and O! Bring back the stick! But his ability to … write? And … publish? What? What? Say it ain’t so.
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