May it rest in peace.
We all felt this coming, right? (That's what she said.)
I mean, there's been lack of constant activity for a long time.
I don't know what else to say
Besides "it's been fun" or "hey, let's pretend it just started again".
I miss you all.
I'm sure a meeting will bring us back.
(This isn't a piece. It's gotten to the point where I don't think I want to post for a bit because of HRC being pretty much inactive.
Love)
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Thanks for putting it into words, Mike. You're right, of course, no one seems to have their hearts into into it anymore — and you can't rape any hearts if there are no hearts out there. I'm also taking a break for a little while. I hope, of course, that HeartRape will come back on its own. I'll keep checking.
Love you right back, and I will keep on raping your heart forever!
I have to say the same...have to say I haven't had the heart to post or read for a while. Too sad. :(
I wish we could have a meeting. It would be great but no one ever seems to make the effort to show up besides the same four people or so...
...sigh...
Heart...finally...actually...raped.
This...perfectly described how I feel. Charles and Marta put it really well too. It's too painful to even look at the blog sometimes...
I agree that maybe more face time could help spark things up a bit. I loved meetings...HeartRape was more than just posting on a blog, it was a group of friends who shared the same passions and interests and humor. It was a vibrant group of intelligent young people, doing something they all loved together and enjoying themselves. For me, it kept the idea of writing from getting too serious and intimidating...before I met you guys, I doubted that writing was something that could be REALLY be part of my life. Knowing people traveling on the same road together made everything feel so much more possible.
Ok, so I'm getting excessively cheesy now. But god dammit, I miss the good times! The random insanity of it all! Sex! Drugs! Scandalously poor grammar because it make the sex and drugs so much better! And then the beautifully solemn work that stops all the laughter as we sit there crying secretly inside...it's all the more beautiful BECAUSE it's surrounded by such juvenile doodoo!
Isn't it so much more satisfying when you crack open a grey and lifeless rock to find a sparkly pink geode inside than when you walk into a jewelry store and find a diamond??
I propose a live, in-the-flesh meeting. Something fun where the rules are made up and the points don't matter. A session of "Whose Line Is It Anyway"-style improv writing anyone?!
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