not naming names but some of you are so creative and talented it's an honor to have you in my phone

Do I actually want to write this fanfic or do I just want to wallow in the delicious daydream like a pig in the mud?

Unfortunately I wish for others to wallow in my magnificent mud pit

60 is not old

sir john franklin of the eponymous doomed polar expedition died on the ice at 61. it's never too late.

Your friend’s unpublished fic idea is kind of a dead wife

i also want to read this guy’s dead wife

Floating face down in a blank word document file, while not physically possible, is nevertheless a tangible authorial state.

Ok understanding the irving idea here but. We have also seen what Peglar fabricates when hes not sound of mind. Irving gets a jolly little jig on. Peglar recites poetry backwards and starts writing in incomprehensible ciphers that may or may not be about vast philosophical topics or also genitalia. Put some respect to the man of the papers yk

Peglar is drunk texting you something that some research will reveal is actually a highly bizarre reference to Catullus’ poetry. He’s read the entire classical corpus and is currently remixing it because he’s at the club.