scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

15.6.04

stephen king is morbid. and i hate metafiction. it's so ... it always seems like a copout, like the artist is just asking to be ... silly.

(warning - matt, oz, kim if you're here - )
(VAGUE SPOILER)

though in this case, maybe, it adds a little bit of suspense, or something, but i hardly think it was neccessary. i dunno. i suppose i don't mind it quite so much when vonnegut does it, but he writes in first person anyway. And he's loony, which makes a lot forgivable. but that moment - in the neverending story, right? where they all look into the camera and say If You Don't Believe, This Will All Go To Hell - i hate that. i have since the first time i saw it, when i was still very small. i don't like it when shakespeare makes smarmy comments about acting. i don't like it when painters paint easels. i don't like movies about filmmaking.

it's cheap. and it's cheating.

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