i believe it was once defined as a free write.

Apr 09, 2005 15:06


strange thing is i don't feel free. i have an empty tumbler. the anniversary crystal that no one uses anymore. like a dead almond tree. lost my flavor. and i'm falling out windows and into passing cars. oh won't you take me with you? 'cause i can't stand being useless anymore. wherever you want to go it's fine with me. leave me in the desert. i'll ( Read more... )

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sacrificedreams April 13 2005, 15:33:59 UTC
I love that I honestly cant psychoanalyze your writing. You say some really profound things. I appreciate your style and your effort. You think in deep ponds but you dont let your waters resonate in a stagnant way.

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