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In the Fence of T

January 14, 2006

Well, well, well!

I have just been included in a review of sorts by a blogger with the name of: shoe sultan

And I quote:

“Her comment box is full of people of a similar disposition, a similar fragrance for the lyrical. They have magnificent names like ‘Zofo The Hermit of Wandering Thought’, ‘grumblefish, ‘monster spank’ and ‘The Taorist’. Names I presume their parents didn’t swaddle them with, but ones with which I am sure they are comfortable. They agree with her, completely with devotion unmatched, each sharing their own paragraph about love or lust or loss. All expressed very poetically mind, conjuring up spirits and crashing oceans, but never revealing themselves totally but for half-truths and amorphous silhouettes. They define themselves by being indefinite, unable to commit to a figure or character suitable to their lofty aspirations, or inspirations.”

Ok. Now I’m somewhat pissed.

First off, in defense of my friend, is not an elitist snob. Second, with a blog named “Red Shoe Diaries” do you really expect us to treat you seriously?

Who reviews you?

Posted by taorist at 8:36 pm | permalink

Previous Comments

Anyone can review me…
In fact, you just did in sixteen words:
"with a blog named "Red Shoe Diaries" do you really expect us to treat you seriously?"
And to just answer that. No. I don't.

Posted by Shoe Sultan at January 15, 2006, 12:43 am

Taorist - You have been tagged. Visit The Tao of Thao to find out more. Have a great week!

Posted by Thao at January 16, 2006, 10:12 pm

ha ha
no one reviews me

thank god I am very sensitive

Speaking of Red Shoe Diaries it was the first erotic or semi erotic show I ever watched.

Posted by COOOPER at January 18, 2006, 1:08 pm

The Shoe Sultan is, surely, merely attempting to show off, but having no ideas, per se, has to resort to the role of critic, otherwise their meaningless drivel and flowery verbiage would have no outlet. What pretentious twaddle.

Posted by Caz at January 19, 2006, 6:22 pm

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