A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Frustrated
Ugh, I'm fucking frustrated that everything I'm writing lately is pure SHIT. Fucking of awful substance. Such mediocre and bad, bad poetry, at best. What is going on!!
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