so sleeping on a pillow of jagged concrete..
So ok , I joined
What I have is a bunch of disjointed dreams, that I can never remember comepletely, that would make one hell of a novel. Strike that, my everyday thoughts would as well.
It just seems I cannot put them down fully in writing. It just seems that i think it and just disgard it, never commiting anything.
Granted I did love Fight Club, I just thought Survivor was so much better, so much more whole as a concept.
All my writing so far has involved some wierd post apocalyptic urban setting, with the lower classes having to deal with it, the upper ruling the 'burbs. The lower classes having to deal with instant death and full body searches just to serve the 'burbs. Snipers line the wall between the have and have nots, ready to pick them off at any time. All in the name of finanicial purity.
Hi, my name is Jason!
Ps my half-baked entry involves a have with a weird link to the have nots, thus with some symphathy between the two.