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[11 Apr 2008|11:13am] |
Especially for Suz.
Woot!
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[11 Apr 2008|04:05pm] |
Review of the diary and five years of Zoomeister, by Sir Shittington Smythe from the Daily Sentinal:
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ZOOMEISTER DIARY
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Somewhere in between Samuel Pepys and Charlie Brooker, between Jeff Buckley and a tramp, between, if you will, Nick Drake, and Rasputin, there is Zoomeister. Part comic, part tragicomedy, part just tragic, he is a bastard son of the beautiful, cadent poetic soul, and the unwashed, pickled crude oik. Not entirely aware, or at least self aware of what exactly he is, Phyllis eschews the common boundaries of writing in favour of a messy and garbled approach, rather like a vomiting thesaurus in a flushing toilet, and, like most online diarists, is an utter narcissist of the highest order.
Still, in amongst all this scattered solipsistic speech and dented paragraph are some genuine flecks of inspiration. Zoomeister writes with unbroken detail about his expreriences with drink, love, loss of virginity, stomach acids, arse problems, and heartbreak with a naked and uninhibited wonder, no details spared and no descriptions unturned. It's just a great pity that every beautiful verse and starry eyed romantic tale, has to have a scatological punchline at the end of it. He could either be the next Eros, or the next Johnathon Ross.
Sir Shittington - The Daily Sentinel"
This isn't real, if you couldn't tell. It's me sort of reviewing my own life. As you were.
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