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.
Sunday, June 20, 2004
Hate my new haircut...
You think cuddly mara-arya had it bad. I just saw my reflection in the window and I look like I could be on a cover of Dutch Masters cheapo cigars. Nessie, 'member that time your dad was trying to grow his hair out long and I said it looked like hippies came over on the mayflower...welll
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post a picture. i promise i won't laugh. it can't be that bad...
I'm cuuurriooouuus........
Sorry girls, guess your just gonna have to trust me on this one!
listen, now with flickr, you have no excuse
Sorry girls, you don't undersatnd. I want to be respected as a peson (smile)
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