my flash-fiction (under 5oo words) is turning out to be a lil darker than i would necessarily want it to be... leaning a bit on the grim side.

maybe its time to experiment with humour...

ps- Artaud says we must do away with personal art and the poets personal meanings that remain unclear to the masses... "enough of these displays of closed, conceited personal art"

i say, i'm not being paid nearly enough to be clear.

actually, i'm not being paid at all.

obscurity still reigns supreme.

my post-script is longer than my 'post'.

gah.

one more senseless rule broken.

gah gah and gumboots.

here is a wiki article on the post-script.

enjoy.

i know you can google.

but i challenge you to make me care.

oh. countdown to exams is on.