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l(a/o)st
19 July 2011 @ 10:12 pm
 

I have three completed stories, waiting to be reviewed. 

These are things I do to avoid editing:

1. Parrot videos.
2. Tumblr, god damnit.
3. EPIC PHOTOSHOP SESSIONS

I can has more distractions? 
 
 
l(a/o)st
09 July 2011 @ 02:14 pm
 

I'm certain I'm just posting into the void here, but... 

I'm curious as to what fonts you use when writing. Regardless of what font the story will eventually be posted in, I'm a sucker for Cochin or Georgia. Which lucky typography graces your word documents? 

Also, my increasing number of ridiculous aliases is really getting out of control. 
 
 
l(a/o)st
07 July 2011 @ 01:44 pm
 


the yellow smoke that slides along the street
(excerpt)


i.

Until the animal arrives, these are the things we know about the people who rented our apartment before us:

(1) They were two, a man and a woman, who shared a complicated last name with too many consonants. The name is spelled differently on each package that arrives (see item '2'), and so we are never able to determine the original version. Learning the names of the Cyrillic characters does nothing to ease the discomfort, but it helps to apply labels to the things we cannot understand — zhe, ef, omega.

(2) They subscribed to a number of publications, none of which we have heard of; German
journals of biology and chemistry, home aquarium catalogs, articles clipped from Russian magazines, American medical research. There are others, as well, things we cannot identify — lines and lines of genetic sequence that arrive in unmarked manila envelopes, postcards from Vienna written in what we assume to be military cipher, dog-eared biographies of James Watson and Francis Crick.

(3) They are both in massive debt. The most common item they receive are collection letters of mind-boggling stature, delinquent bills in the tens of thousands. I expect to find letters from international intelligence agencies, law-enforcement bureaus, but these never arrive.

(4) They had a poor relationship with the neighbors and the landlord. Both refuse to speak of them, other than to say they fought in the night. Explosive battles, involving a variety of languages and household items. They often ended with the woman (beautiful, the men say, when their wives are not around, bleach-blond and thin as a cattail) smoking cigarettes on the balcony in communist-red lipstick, her sad love focused on the East.

I think about her, often. I wonder if she had eyes that were bold and starling, damp teeth, and a labyrinthine mind. I picture her leaning against a windowpane, her nails pressed back against the glass. My roommate tells me that I am obsessed, but my response to this accusation is to be flattered. She was obsessed too, and my life feels barely separable from hers, here among the documents that either shaped or shattered her life.
 
 
l(a/o)st
02 July 2011 @ 01:20 pm
 

If someone can tell me how to stop chewing on my hangnails, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO IT. (Just make sure your suggestion don't require any kind of work ethic or will power, because I have neither.)

Also, I suppose an older story of mine is going to be in an anthology about werewolves. (Which ups the count to 2 published shorts this year, which meets my goal, which means I can now justify laying around my apartment listening to the new Beirut single instead of staring at blank Microsoft Word documents. (Lets ignore the fact that I have yet to write a poem this year, let alone submit one for publication.))

HERE, LIVEJOURNAL, MY GIFT TO YOU:


 
 
l(a/o)st
15 June 2011 @ 09:45 am

Malaria medication = crazy, hallucinatory nightmares.  

It's disconcerting to watch transparent people wander around your room at night. 

... how long does this last?

 
 
 
 
l(a/o)st
21 May 2011 @ 01:51 pm
 


I feel like everything I've ever done is leading me down a certain path. To those of you who already know what I'm talking about, thank you for the amazing support you've shown so far. It's already more than I ever anticipated. 

Now, off to crazy Africa for two weeks. (But, I'm almost more excited for what's going down when I get back. Excited enough to begin sentences with conjunctions, even. BECAUSE IM NOT ABOUT TO LET THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE TELL ME WHAT TO DO.)




(Und dann, erobern wir Europa!...Er, once my German is better.)
 
 
l(a/o)st
12 May 2011 @ 02:03 pm
 

How come I either have nothing to do, or so much to do that I feel like I'm operating on the verge of hysteria?
:-/
 
 
l(a/o)st
15 April 2011 @ 01:34 pm
 

Anyone want to beta a short story for me?

It should be done by the middle of next week or so, and I'm afraid I've already swamped poor two_point  with... what is sure to be the sorriest excuse for a piece of literature ever. 

HELP ME, MY INTERNET FRIENDS.
 
 
l(a/o)st
01 April 2011 @ 01:24 pm
 



Seething under-anger.
 
 
l(a/o)st
09 March 2011 @ 12:34 pm
 What's with the spam, livejournal?