Little Writing...

I decided this evening that I like little writing...

And by little writing I mean writing like that of Emily Dickenson.. neat, condensed, simple writing.. writing little...

I hate big writers.. big writers like Tolstoy, who write thousands of pages, who are complex and layered and so utterly thorough that oxygen couldn't slip through the words they weave together... bah. How utterly.. umm.. utterly.... cluttered.. and pompous.. yes.. pompous..

Ha. I haven't used the word pompous in a while...

Cool.

It sounds so fitting to it's meaning.. pompous.. yes... the word itself is pompous... heheh...

Okay, okay.. I need to go... people.. riling me up and stuff...

I need to spend more time at home.... in the dark... writing terrible poetry... about my broken heart.. in the dark...

*Snickers*

Yeah.. I uh... I'll do that tomorrow...