Hypertext

Well, well… Shelley Jackson. I thought Jodi Picoult’s writing style was called “ADHD”, but I stand corrected.  You win.

Mind over Matter

I am Katie Mullins. And my story is a whale of a tale…so, call me Ishmael. I’m not Mary Shelley. I’m not Shelley Jackson. But I could be, if I really wanted to. She thinks I’m an impostor. I can’t make up my mind! If it matters? I should matter…it’s my mind.  But this blog post will be a stitch, bitch! So strap in…

Patchwork

It’s not what you think. I’m not what you think.  It looks like I patched it together…but really I just patched it up. It’s old. So I this feeling of being lost. Am I supposed to be retaining any thing I’m reading? Where am I…in Reality or Fiction. I think I like reality better, because of fiction. It’s a vacation. The kind where you lay on the beach and drink boat drinks until the sunsets. A time out from reality. But Reality is Broken…at least Jane McGonigal thinks so. She’s irrational.

Am I just writing nonsense or is this making sense? You understand, don’t you. This should not be the absense of sense but rather the superfluity of it. I think you might be better off if you were under the influence of texts. Text loiters. And I think it embodies beauty. It’s so unruly, I can’t keep it out of trouble. So I just set it free, to run wild on the page. You should see the mess!!

I should have been cowboy… or a lawyer. Lawyers can convince you of anything! Statistics show that all or most of statistics are made up on the spot. I swear. Why would I lie about that? There are 5 million stop signs in the state of Ohio. Stop signs control our lives. Did you know that. You can choose to follow the rules and stop when told to do so, or you can just blow through them. Funny how time doesn’t stop no matter which you choose.

You know what I love…Hypertext. Put that in your pipe and bite down Shelley Jackson! I’m not an impostor.