Am I winning the writing competition?
I want to grab your metaphor and mash it into something indefinable, knead the content into a glutenous blob of neither word nor image, squeeze the
This writing competition. I’m winning it, right?
indistinguishable sentence mulch through the icing tube of postmodernism and lay it in a long turd of sugary nothingness on the cake of my writing ego because I
Am I winning in the writing competition?
am like your metaphor, I am similar to your metaphor, there are parallels between your metaphor and me, there is a noticeable
I think I am winning this writing competition. I must be winning the writing competition.
similarity between your metaphor and me that can be expressed in word and image, I am your metaphor, I’m actually your actual metaphor and I am being your metaphor right now.
I didn’t win the writing competition.
This was an advertisement for the Flash Mob Literary Salon: Thursday May 26th 2011 for Chorlton Arts Festival.
