• Joined: April 2008

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glimpses

1. sometimes i say things i do mean, but still wish to take back. / 2. poetry should not be a exhibition of the deep recesses of the poet’s soul, rather a quiet, hazily-lit window in. / 3. my dog’s breath smells like dog food. / 4. my tombstone shall read: “I did all I could.” / 5. how love feels: “http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhOc0V-ES40&feature=related”…
Posted over 7 years – 18 comments

randomies

“To a poet, nothing is useless.” – Samuel Johnson / “A poet can survive everything but a misprint.” – Oscar Wilde / “Work is the curse of the drinking class.” – Wilde (Brilliant man, really) / “Contrariwise, if it was so it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn’t, it ain’t. That’s logic.” –…
Posted almost 8 years – 20 comments

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