Poets and writers drink more intensely. Smoke more intensely. Worship God more intensely. Poets and writers fuck more intensely. Poets and writers give more willingly-- spilling the alphabetical marrow of their souls out into the albino sonogram of hope that is the page, hoping some stranger whom he or she has never before met turns to his crafted syllables in time of dire need and somehow finds solace, finds laughter finds a friend.
Friday, June 25, 2004
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A-HA! I see you've changed your mind. Email me the details an I might be able to help you out...
as i said over email gmail, it can easily be me with my blogger addiction - and the BIG SISTER is watching!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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