can't sleep

Apr 11, 2007 04:56


There is a basilisk hiding in the crevices of the room, fornicating with the shadows so the darkness can slither into my mind.   The breath explodes the revolution’s desire for synapses.  I am born into recognition, there are more fastidious contemplations that are not without root, but I am the soot within the smoke that blots out the sun, and we ( Read more... )

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So... spiralingout April 11 2007, 18:34:56 UTC
Why do you want to be a screenwriter and not a poet?

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Well, arkany April 11 2007, 20:11:39 UTC
the food.

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Re: Well, spiralingout April 11 2007, 20:12:31 UTC
Oh, food's nothing compared to art. Seriously.

You think Poet Laureates are that svelte from EATING all day?

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ericofcalpoly April 12 2007, 22:51:11 UTC
Do you enjoy poetry more then screen writing?

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ericofcalpoly April 12 2007, 22:51:36 UTC
Have you gotten tested for hypoglycemia?

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