Hello there ~
Wouldst thou wish to stare into the void to hallucinate a dream?
Oh, we're having a go at that already as we speak, you say?
My bad.
While you're here though, would you care to make the words go? They've quite worn out their welcome, you see. Take a few, leave a few, lend them to another heart; you do you, love. I ain't yo daddy.
Who the Hell are you, and what are you on about?
I hear you asking (possibly paraphrasing; no, I won't like you more if it isn't, put your pants on). I am Thorn, but you can call me by any name that tickles your fancy. I have been collaborative writing off and on since I was but a wee thing. What it means to me has changed drastically each time I come back to it. What does it mean this time 'round the sun? Well...
I want to have...a conversation. About you. About me. About perspective. About unaddressed oceans of emotion at the end of a lane.
All of the best stories have many other meanings beyond what is most obviously woven in. This is often by implication only in any form of art, whereas I want to be absolutely candid about it while maintaining the illusion and creating memorable characters. Expect occult metaphors and observations that seem pertinent to real world events aplenty.
[Note: This edit is going up as sort of a place holder! I'll finish it again when I feel I'm ready to take on more tales.]
Wouldst thou wish to stare into the void to hallucinate a dream?
Oh, we're having a go at that already as we speak, you say?
My bad.
While you're here though, would you care to make the words go? They've quite worn out their welcome, you see. Take a few, leave a few, lend them to another heart; you do you, love. I ain't yo daddy.
Who the Hell are you, and what are you on about?
I hear you asking (possibly paraphrasing; no, I won't like you more if it isn't, put your pants on). I am Thorn, but you can call me by any name that tickles your fancy. I have been collaborative writing off and on since I was but a wee thing. What it means to me has changed drastically each time I come back to it. What does it mean this time 'round the sun? Well...
I want to have...a conversation. About you. About me. About perspective. About unaddressed oceans of emotion at the end of a lane.
All of the best stories have many other meanings beyond what is most obviously woven in. This is often by implication only in any form of art, whereas I want to be absolutely candid about it while maintaining the illusion and creating memorable characters. Expect occult metaphors and observations that seem pertinent to real world events aplenty.
[Note: This edit is going up as sort of a place holder! I'll finish it again when I feel I'm ready to take on more tales.]
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