Fiction, Deceit and Lyrical Perfection

Was talking online to a friend the other night (she will be referred to as ‘The Fairy’ in order to mildly preserve her identity although from that alone most of you will be able to guess who she is) and we (I) came onto the topic of emotions and literature. And then came the work for this post. It’s all behind the cut, folks

 

[Btw, it’s been edited hugely, if only because there were some points where the interaction just dissolved into ‘Hee’ ‘Hee!’ Also, I’m D and The Fairy is F and I think I should point out that I’ve kept a lot of the rest of the conversation in because then you can probably get a grip on what mental states we approached this from. Ahem. Thanks.]

 

 

( The Mutual Diatribe )

OK, HoCaine repeat tomorrow (which I’m compulsively adhering to due to something I mentioned in the post marked ‘Nooooooooo!’) and Vegas repeat too. Elf Boy Show (hee! – The Lyon’s Den, if you hadn’t already guessed) is on at a later time. Did I mention that The Shield is deeply, deeply disturbing? Seriously, I think my psyche just got it’s second face-to-face with reality ever. *Shudder*. 

 

[ETA: Does anyone agree with our 'diatribe'? Disagree? Have any thoughts? We'd like to know is all.]

Thankful for digital

Watched Democratic convention. Love Clinton.

ETA: Richard. Schiff. God.