I had nachos for breakfast, level 9. I haven’t eaten breakfast in years, but had this craving. So, 9:30 in the morning I made nachos. They tasted like a woman with a bucket full of roofing nails on a roof, nailing. Really good.
A friend of mine was discussing the recurring incidents of Flashcism in the literary world, so I have decided to add a new feature to my blog. THE FLASHCIST OF THE DAY!
Flashcism: A radical and authoritarian stance suggesting all members of each individual genre possess characteristics or abilities specific to that genre, especially to distinguish it as being either superior or inferior to another genre or genre groups. Or, said in layman’s terms, dissing flash fiction. Treating it like a strangeness of earth, a lonely red-headed Pepsi, a periscope stopped-up with crusty syrup. Etc. You know the type, a Flashcist. Well, the best disinfectant is bleach, rotgut vodka, or extreme heat (autoclave), but if you don’t have any of these go with sunshine.
THE FLASHCIST OF THE DAY!
Anthony Neil Smith, editor, writer who says, “I hate ‘flash fiction’. Ugh. I’d rather have 2000 words that ‘feels’ like 1000.”
Well said, my man. Well said. In a word, flashcist.
I am an everyday genius! Since I am not very smart, this feels goodly.
Peter Markus creates good words.
This is good by Giancarlo DiTrapano. I also appreciated the bio: “Giancarlo DiTrapano lives in New York City.”
If you read enough lit mags, you will know why this is a great bio. I thank you, Giancarlo.
Damn, check out this la fovea project!
My nerve ending is here…
Pretty damn cool, no? I invited KGM aboard, so look for her work soon.
(Rob Hornstra took the photo, folks)
Take Ga Tech. 8 units.
Lay off Titans because I love Titans. Never bet your heart.