Lenny Sustenuto Revisited part 1

Let’s go see Lenny Sustenuto, shall we?

*Ahem*

Well, it’s been a year and a half since I got derailed by a darling.

 

Yup.  It happens to the best of us, or the worst of us, like this here old punk rocker.

Kill your darlings.

Make your story strong and lean: no fluff.  (But dammit, Emeralda was so very tasty. I will miss her.)

The Down Town   by Days of the New   

Here we go, anon.  Now to return to the end of that ugly and guileful megalopolis called Fuckno.

This will not end well.   Yet, as always, this is a story about redemption.  There is, indeed, a happy ending.  You simply need to follow me through the boneyard, and if you do, we will dig our way out of the grave, into the sunshine above.  The best tales make you earn a happy ending.

LENNY

SUSTENUTO

REVISITED

We head forth form here.  If you’d like to find out what the fuck is going on in this part, then Gawd hepp you.  But this LINK will give you a clue, my dear.

Now please keep up, if you would like to read some TRVTH.

---willies on his way forward.

I Just Want the TRVTH, Baby    by  Born Cages     

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Killing Your Heroes

No, not terrortits.

This is good humor and enjoyment of the art of literature. I truly believe that we are here for a short time, on a tiny blue marble, spinning alone in the edge of our own galaxy, and so every moment is dear.

Enjoy it while we have it; do not harm others.  Do not destroy.  Try to make something good for the rest of us.  Attempt to contribute something while you are here.

I have come from oppression, and I still face it to this very day.  But I do not kill others for a promise of something better.  That's bullshit.

It is complete bull shit.  Shit under the sandal.


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Well, after a year and a half of writing on another format and spending all of my time there (marvelous site indeed) it has come time for me to face the TRVTH. 

My writing of a tale (that was quite enjoyable to construct) was side-railed by a character who captivated me.  De-railed.  Derailleur.  

At one time, I’d thought that Emeralda was the way to go.

However, she is a character who needs her own story-line, which I most certainly will follow.  But it should be in another line; a separate tangent.  (I friggin love that character Emeralda and her power, her prowess.)

Before she occurred to me, the original story was at the point of connection between the armies of blue ghosts and the young punks rockers, and of our lost friend who became quite vile.  Others came form far away, but there were entities from a place that is in between, and also, eternal.

It’s my own idea, and now I will continue this tasty tale, for me.

Good bye, Emeralda, in this here tale.  

This will be how I use my time now, instead of the other place.  Time for me.  And for you, vicariously, my friend.  You are vicariate.  Indeed. 

TRVST.

---willies out.

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