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Sunday 14 November 2010

The Grand Theory of Utter Bollocks



Having wasted quite a lot of nights noting down hundreds of pages of atrociously badly written, completely insane stories in the heat of a ferocious bout of midnight inspiration, I've now learnt to restrain myself and not turn on my laptop when I wake up having just had the idea of the century that's going to turn me into an instant Nobel Prize winner.

(Stephenie Meyer, unfortunately, hasn't.)

5 comments:

  1. You could still do it, get super-rich like Steph Meyer, create your own Beauvais prize for literature, and give it to yourself.

    You would then become very good friends with Hollywood A-lists, get into parties, forget your underwear (and of course show it to photographers, because, let's face it, that what one does when one doesn't wear underwear), get into drugs, get married (with Madonna), divorce the next day, put into rehab, get back together with Simon who would still be pissed off about the Madonna incident and would lock you up in Cambridge with some paper and a box of painting stuff and only one rule : UPDATE (Simon seems like a nice guy like that, but I'm sure he's a real badass, especially when you cheat on him with heavily-botoxed massively-steroided pop stars.)

    And they lived happily ever after.






    PS : God, I'm tired.

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  2. Okay, this is bugging me : WHY THE APPLE???

    A cause de Newton et du côté "révélation qui tombe du ciel" (archi-lol)? De Blanche-Neige? D'Adam et Eve?

    BTW, je m'engage à employer le verbe outsymbolise dans la semaine qui vient.

    Et "the grand knowledge how EVERYTHING WORKS", j'en ris encore! :D

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  3. hahaha! yes I really should


    I don't know, I just thought the apple had lots of potential for Freudian analysis :)

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  4. J'aime bien comme dans ton monde, tu rêves d'une pomme, et tu mérites de te faire analyser, alors que se faire susurrer des théories philosophiques par le fantôme de Kant est parfaitement normal. ;)

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  5. haha t'inquiète, je rêve pas de Kant! enfin pas toutes les nuits :D

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