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My brain is exploding ( Read more... )

That's what poetry is to me almost, playing with words. I mean who other than a poet can make a flower pot a metaphor for global warming (of course that could be an exaggeration, but maybe I could try it though I'm not sure how I'd do it). I'm still not in the poetry swing though.

( Cut here for complaining, feel free to skip at your leisure. )

I am so tired. I stayed up way late to finish peer reviewing all of these stories and then we only talked about like 2 of them *head-desk, twitch* which was fine though because then at least I'm done with it all, and I liked talking about the stories we'd read that we hadn't had a chance to go over yet. Today has just been brutal because I'm so ( Read more... )

Rhythm ( Read more... )

Not my strongest suit, but we'll see ( Read more... )