This, after eating an enormous burrito.

I've been writing lately. And by writing I mean working on the same poem for roughly two weeks.

I desperately need a typewriter. The problem is that antiquated technology is often considered retro and is way too expensive.

But I went back and locked all my old entries that contained any of the poems I've written ( Read more... )

(A trentasaurus' dream come true.)

How tits?

I sat throught Editing I today, worked on a new poem and thought, this is good, I'm writing again. Maybe I'll have enough (or something good enough) to send out soon. And then I got on LibraryThing and happened upon a certain bi-monthly poetry review. I found this poem. It was good. Hell, it was amazing. Also, the author was twenty. With at least ( Read more... )

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So, I've noticed I start a lot of my entries with "So ( Read more... )

A douche, on Slyvia Plath's poem Ariel:

"I haven't the slightest idea what this poem is about. But I think it's absolutely brilliant."

....

Are you joking?

MAN,
did
that
SUCK.

That wasn't a question.

What's up, lj? How you been? You look good. Losing weight? Awesome.

So, hey.

Busy summer, busy start of the school year. Went to Cleveland, had a blast. Drove 22 hours straight with Steve-o and Higgins, powered on caffeine, nicotine, and the terror that came with not knowing whether or not our front right tire  was going to blow. We had to keep it ( Read more... )

So,
I read an amazing book.

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.

Do yourself a favor and find a copy. It's a real life changer. Yeah, I know how ridiculous that sounds, but I mean it.

Grades came in ( Read more... )