Description, huh? Ok. Basically, these entries will be my (mis)understandings of poetry. These will be my mental vomit (chunks included!). These will be the things my heart sings (or screams) to me when I'm alone and somber (or silly). These will be my incoherent (or intellectual) neuron synapse firings. These will be what makes the daily me, me (or an attempt at being me, whoever that is this week). Feel free to leave a comment or three - I'd appreciate opinions. Just don't be a douche. :)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Truck Stop Napkin
rough and crisp you were sniffling I just grabbed you sore noses feared you a teardrop softened you up and gently, you blew my mind
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