Having not finished one useless, unreadable book of poetry, I instinctively begin researching another. I drink all the tea. I tried to buy these dragon stamps in the post office today but fuck if they weren't sold out. I also figured my natal chart and it's bad news, kittens, bad news. I want to write some good things to keep this going, but I feel a little clumsy with my words this week.
How do we feel about late season snow? How do we feel about early season heat? How do we feel about practice essays? How do we feel about gratuitous pictures?
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