Remember that LJ meme from years past where the reader is invited to confess something? Often anonymous comments are turned on, that sort of thing.
Well, here, I invite you to confess something -- but it doesn't have to be remotely real! Make it up, if you like. Verisimilitude doesn't enter into it. It could be blatantly impossible, or you could tell us something shockingly true under the guise of potential fiction.
I've turned on the non-IP-logging / anonymous-posting-okay options, but if you do it right, it shouldn't matter.
Edit, 7/27/04: IP-logging for anonymous entries has been turned back on.
Well, here, I invite you to confess something -- but it doesn't have to be remotely real! Make it up, if you like. Verisimilitude doesn't enter into it. It could be blatantly impossible, or you could tell us something shockingly true under the guise of potential fiction.
I've turned on the non-IP-logging / anonymous-posting-okay options, but if you do it right, it shouldn't matter.
Edit, 7/27/04: IP-logging for anonymous entries has been turned back on.
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Date: 2004-07-22 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-22 08:12 pm (UTC)I killed Jesus.
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Date: 2004-07-22 08:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-22 08:37 pm (UTC)It was terrible.
Jesus/Judas slash.
Excuse me whilst I go wash out my eyes with carbolic acid.
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Date: 2004-07-22 08:41 pm (UTC)So I did it. It does not shame me to say so. "None of this is real!" I cried. "You are living a lie!" And I admit it -- it brought me a dark, dark pleasure when I saw that every one of those sad, deluded men broke down and wept. As I watched their cheap eyeliner streaming down their pockmarked faces, I knew. I knew that I had ruined their lives. I knew that they would return to their meaningless jobs in retail knowing with desperate certainty that they were not soulless undead. And I was not sorry.
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Date: 2004-07-22 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-22 09:48 pm (UTC)It's true: six of them, seven if you count the one who was such a spiritual virgin it's no wonder that first marriage didn't work. Each one trusts me, each one adores me, and each one goes through bitter, painful months after I leave, during which time long lugubrious emails and phone calls arrive daily. I can't seem to stop.
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Date: 2004-07-22 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-23 01:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-23 04:42 am (UTC)I should like Russia back now, and a samovar of very cold vodka.
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Date: 2004-07-23 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-23 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-23 08:29 am (UTC)(not original, but still, a classic KITH bit!)
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Date: 2004-07-23 10:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-23 12:12 pm (UTC)I wrote that.
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Date: 2004-07-23 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-07-23 06:38 pm (UTC)Personhood?
The confession is....
Date: 2004-07-24 04:56 am (UTC)Re: The confession is....
Date: 2004-07-24 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-24 09:56 am (UTC)