Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The Eight Immortals! Page Eleven!



"It goes up to 11, you see, it's one more than 10."

We move onto the General's story.
Madness with the scedule will ease in a day or two, so more comments then-
Matt, back from the doghouse has calmed down a bit-
"Dig the prose—“fortress of blood,” “pillaging pirates,” “beleaguered denizens,” come on, I deserve some credit for the cajones. Dude, the chick on the bottom is too skinny, Mongols like ‘em meaty.

Immortals was written in a mindless blur of unabashed creativity. I just kept writing until I ran out of space. Reading it back now I regret nothing. Yes, it’s self-indulgent, verbose, and dated, but it works, dammit, it WORKS. It’s sincere, unapologetic, and contains not the slightest hint of irony. I will defend it to the death and beyond, just look at my tombstone.
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