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I felt it in my brain. I had the distinct urge to gouge it out with an industrial electric ice cream scooper.
this poem gives me the itch – for summer, waterfalls, and all that other jazz I had to scratch out of it. Nice.
thnx for fdbks senioritas. i was deciding whether to say rogues or senioritas whilst logging in and thought i had forgotten how to spell my password, but it turned out i didn’t. it was the same drumroll i get when waiting to find out if my credit card is gonna be declined.
i like poems like this. i wish i saw more. i used to write poems like this and i really had fun doing it. this inspires me work in this medium again. (i had a big ee cummings phase some years ago) so thanks cerebella.
oh, actually, all i am is a big ee cummings phase, one in a wordsworth phase. i had dreamt i was riding a raptor across a college campus. we found out felix the stray cat is a girl because she is pregnant. thank you, yr sweet nothins make me hate everything i write way less.