Another nomination for the T100SLBPBP, as Kalu calls it with one of his roll off the tongue smoothly titles.
It's by someone whose blogging name tells us a lot. She's obviously a big Dandy Warhols fan and likes to crap in car parks. The rest is mysterious. This blog is relatively new but packed with emotionally filled writing and poignant pictures. Though these pictures aren't taken by the writer they accompany each post like rice goes with, well everything really.
Well, the identity of the blogger is a mystery to me. I picture some sort of sexy girl running on a sandy beach but who knows? It may be Dominic Sansoni, or someone equally ugly for all I know, though I did once have a dream about him running along a beach dressed in a bikini. I don't like to talk about it.
This post from only a few days ago makes me think and feel things. It's not, as I first thought, about Pinnochio but it probably is the longest metaphor I've ever read.
It's about love, it's about freedom, happiness and letting go, things I can relate to.
T mentioned somewhere that she often thinks carefully about each and every sentence she writes, making sure that they sounds just right in her head. Undoubtedly Gypsy B does the same.
Read it, tell the Gypsy that you like her writing too.
Cerno, please chuck it in the book.