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Mar 16, 2006 16:18

I constrained my pen to form. When it couldn't break the Sonnet or Villanelle, my pen exploded. The red ink seeped, stickily, into my fingers and smearing my face I kicked the broken shell until no shard lay below me. Like a mad Rasputin I ran, shivering naked away from the fallen tzar. A policeman approached. Frozen, I breathed in his stone ( Read more... )

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presumptive March 17 2006, 04:17:23 UTC
Don't be so dramatic.
And remember

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napalmjmm March 17 2006, 08:13:55 UTC
I don't think I can be less dramatic, but I will, hence forward, be wary of the attack iguana(s).

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presumptive March 17 2006, 19:53:54 UTC

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