in Ireland they say that a writer
is a failed
conversationalist.
there is a fine art in telling
a story.
some can, some can't.
with some it's hard to tell when
a story begins, or when it ends.
the middle is muddled in unnecessary
details, you want them to cut
to the chase. to get through it,
you blink, and hold
back the yawns and wait.
and wait and wait.
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