I’m petrified, my hate went to the desert where I was supposed to meet you, no glory, no kingdom, no faith, just the old car we stole in our way to Texas, do you even remember that? We were the stars in the midst of the wild crowd, they threw eggs and forks at us but we kept going like the antagonists of that old novel I used to read with Nancy, don’t you miss Nancy? I still don’t know what happened to her.
I don’t want to fry my chip again, I want to remember but I feel like something is about to happen.
Wow, well you seem like a pretty awesome person.
We should talk more.
Maybe we could start out soft and gentle and see what happens....
Thank you! We really should, the thing is that I’m pretty bad at interacting with people so most of the time I over think or simply don’t know what to say and end up either giving up or losing track of them, I’m trying to change this habit so who knows what the future holds. ;)
If you had the opportunity to bring any person — past or present, fictional or nonfictional — to a place that is special to you (your hometown or country, a favorite location, etc), who would you bring and why? Tell us what you would share with that person.
I… I don’t know.
WHY ARE YOU DOING…
I sooooo understand you, this is what they expect : “I would bring Sylvia Plath to New York to discuss the roles of feminist women in a post modern world and the impact of advertising versus existentialism in an ageist society" and this is what you want to write "I WOULD SO HANG OUT WITH ROBYN AND HAVE ICE CREAM WITH HER IN MADONNA’S HOUSE OMG HOW’S HER HOUSE LIKE?! SHES SO RICH LOL!!! I DONT EVEN..!11!!!" then you have a brain fart and decide to mix both and is like, whatever.
More than ready, come and do whatever you like. I can be soft and charming or use whips and chains, we could change roles, make roles, unmake roles, change roles inside roles and much (much) more, it’s up to you to decide.