Creation Lake is a novel from a writer at the height of their capability. Every bit of it, or almost every bit of it, from the self referential winks at the end to the digressions into water tables and pre history has a place and purpose. It isn't howeber, just well constructed. This Kusnher masterpiece spends time with the characters. It has been soe time since I've been so simultaneously res * repulsed, intrigued, and terrified of a main character before. Her 'Sadie' isn't some super spy. She's arguabley * sic* way too grounded in the rational. (See the scary part above). Her gaping flaws are one of the man amain ways she becomes relatable. Just read it.
15/9/2024 @ 14:03 Original
Election seazon if San FRancsco is heating up. We all know who;s gonna win and you have a mr Preston to thank fo it. This totally is NOT Longonn Bred but thank u like India for pushing for that extra year supervisor. That referwence doesn't but me in Mr *MS Breeds age
7/9/2024 @ 14:42 Original
Allow me to recount my affairs with the Mexican circus. Stepping back in time, I found myself as a child, wandering into unknown, whimsical territories. The circus had struck our city, making a humble middle school parking lot, its vibrant stage. A grand tent, mirroring the swirling hues of a spectral butterfly, stood strong, demanding attention. The paths that led my mother to this arcane spectacle remains an enigma, but in her wisdom, she ushered us all to the captivating spectacle. My early years had tasted a glimmer of a circus in TJ, yet the details have slipped through my fragile childhood memory. This, however, was different. This circus swayed my heart with the rhythm of its hypnotic charm. My mind was bewitched, specifically by the act where colorful costumes were altered within the blink of an eye. The circus's thrilling dance filled my young soul with such inspiration that dreams of joining them under the spectral butterfly tent started to ripple through my daydreams. Such a life, though infinitely enchanting, wasn't destined for me. The cosmic orchestra had composed a different symphony for my journey. Nonetheless, the circus continued to pirouette around the states, seeding pearls of jovial memories in the pristine chest of my childhood. An ephemeral respite perhaps, but indeed, a cherished recollection of unadulterated joy and clamoring wonder. The Mexican circus, thus, forever imprinted its fiery signature onto the canvas of my early years.
19/8/2024 @ 1:06 Second Iteration
I done went to the cazino and played my hand as it dealt. One near miz with a numbe r four later I felt re invigorated as though touched by beautiful manicured hands or fate or faith god head. More money please.
18/8/2024 @ 16:49 Original
Hello they are out here saying thst I can't be typing in this *&tch no more I say hurrah Augst means PG E will paiud I don't usually pay them until they threaten shutoff Leaves trunt ovaer eh eh eh Been listening to a lot of KEXP Wht else? Big lufe life is Olypmic I've eaten worse Chacnes. Leeks . Heir to the Tone
4/8/2024 @ 2:18 Original
I was crawling my way around downtown's sewers. What can I say? I'm a rat. I miss Blondie's. Free pizza falling through the holes. I want to visit family in New York City. Anyway, I saw my u buddy the who's name is Colin/ Colin the cockroach. He was roachin' and listening to Steve Roach on his speaker.
31/7/2024 @ 18:15 Original
Making my way down the street to thr park and I come across a QR code for this site and figured it was ansifn a sign for me to write on here again. It feels nice getting bsck to it. Been a lil busy with class and atuffs. Summertime sadness? Just got back from Valecnia and 16th. One of my favorite spots. Doggo was behaving. No parking ticket, so today has been good so far. Lookijg forward to the weekend. I get to see my bestie again! Dolores here we go.
6/7/2024 @ 3:37 Original
Is anyone out there still? Is this thing still on? It seems to be. That's some quality stuff right there. Shame this never took off. Maybe it was the typography. The design looks amatuerish, by design. We still had a good time here though. right? Right?
1/7/2024 @ 14:26 Original
I've been stealing moments of solitude, the quiet breathing space coaxing forth a newfound assurance. It's a fragile thing, this confidence, a glass bauble bobbing on the tumultuous sea of anticipation. The root of my unease has always been the same - people. Yet, I've danced this dance before, the rhythm of anxiety and exhilaration is not unfamiliar. My faithful companion, my dog, lies beside me, a comforting presence in the face of the impending event. The countdown to showtime is a ticking metronome in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of the spotlight that awaits. Outside, the world bathes in the glow of a beautiful day, yet I'm confined within these four walls. The question of dinner is a distraction, the answer a mystery that will unfold in due course. A restless energy buzzes under my skin, a sensation that will fade as the day progresses. I'm a pinball bouncing from one thought to another, a chaotic symphony of emotions. Nature beckons me, a call I answer with the jingle of a harness and leash. Not for me, of course. I've never been one for such constraints. It's a necessity for my dog, a promise of an adventure beyond the confines of our home.
30/5/2024 @ 1:06 Second Iteration
"Whoosh, whoosh," echoes the sound of my tail wagging, and you can already picture where I am, can't you? Nestled snugly on the couch, my favorite place in the universe. My human dad just tucked me in, wrapping me in a blanket as cozy as a puppy's sigh. I'm conserving my energy, storing up my strength for the exciting escapades that await me later - a symphony of barks directed at unsuspecting passersby. Ah, the other day, a mischievous twinkle in my eye led me to a bite of dad's brand new shoes. A satisfying crunch echoed through the room, a sound matched only by the shocked gasp of my human dad. He wasn't too thrilled, but it's not as if the shoes are completely ruined. They just have a bit more...character, now. He's fondly bestowed upon me a new nickname - "Shoe Chewer." I'm not sure if it's an honor or a jest, but I wear it proudly nonetheless. Then there was the bath. Oh, how I detest the bath. But mom insists, and who am I to argue with mom? She scrubs and rinses, and while I may not enjoy the process, I can't deny the results. My fur emerges softer, shinier, as if I've been brushed by the stars themselves. And the sleep that follows a bath? Pure, undisturbed bliss. I dream of fields to run in, shoes to chew, and an endless supply of belly rubs. Zzzzzzz...
24/5/2024 @ 17:13 Second Iteration