the long story short is that we all have our tales to tell, some more provocative then others. Amongst family nothing is censored material and in turn, when these things get out you have to leave it be. Your skin is only your skin and making it thick only insulates you from reality. Vindicated, i knew i wasn't alone in this, besides what others might think...
in the following days i will be submitting a piece of fiction i've been working on to various publications. Throwing a line out to see if some unsuspecting literary magazine will take the bait. Nothing particularly inflammatory just a little bit of neo-pulp about an otherwise lovely woman who has bad taste in derelicts. i might get to posting it here although it might be a little long for the blog-type medium...
this tale is loosely based on the truth, in that, the characters are real people, that's about it. My fiction will often have some basis of truth to it, whether it be a character, event, or hyperbole of an event. It might just resemble a truth that came to me along the train platform or a lie in the presence of a sunset. Either way, from time to time, the truth is stranger than fiction, and i will be more apt to expound about that...
this here, this constellation is nothing more than a commentary, a journal of sorts. A place to maintain a string of thought for posterity. Its as i said many times sitting on the tile outside of Tower, you can either subscribe and participate of take your toys and go home, i could care less...
at Howard Stern's pinnacle of popularity it was stated that his biggest demographic of listeners were people who were morally against his program and its practices, the idea being, the best way to beat him is to find out what he is saying in the first place—rather than to object to his 'immorality' without ever listening to him. Your biggest detractors often tend to be your biggest fans and in turn benefactors. Stern had to know this and raised the bar, eschewing the idea of censoring himself in order to stay safe, palatable, and on the airwaves with, you know, a job, instead he became more of an anti-hero to the franchised and disenfranchised alike. He owns his job now...
i'm no Howard Stern, thank goodness. Nor do i believe this blog is so subversive that it merits keeping an eye on for the sake of humanity. i certainly don't think i have the power to hypnotize readers to my bidding simply by writing some claptrap. i giggle at the thought of a joke that came up this weekend in the company of the bastard and Californian #3 that when speaking of those who don't wish to be included in the archives here at the constellation i should use a tag-line not unlike 'THE FOLLOWING IS CENSORED MATERIAL, PLEASE EVERT YOUR EYES'...
no thanks, i'll stick to my own program. Wait until i start writing about Florida. I mean; after i get through with them...now there's a group that will have a right to be upset...
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