582: Ah, the Taste of Failure...
I've been trying all through the early morning hours to write the next two parts of this poem... but the process is gonna go as fast as it's subject (snails). The first section came out really well, with the inspiration of a really great first line ("this is how we discovered death"). Strangely, it wants to become one of the most autobiographical poems going into this book... outside of the poems aboot people, most of these poems are actually turned outward in subject, if internal in tone.
So, I guess I need to go out and do stuff and wait for inspiration to strike again...*le sigh* Well, I have to go to Sac State and work on putting all this shit into a word document, even if this last poem is incomplete. And I have to get together my transcripts (which I should've done ages ago, but oh well...).
Um, gonna try and get to Crossroads today, too, if I can, to see if I can hock those shoes. I would try craig's list again, but that didn't turn up results either time I did it. Anyone here have any advice for a kid trying to sell some purple converse? :P
So, I guess I need to go out and do stuff and wait for inspiration to strike again...*le sigh* Well, I have to go to Sac State and work on putting all this shit into a word document, even if this last poem is incomplete. And I have to get together my transcripts (which I should've done ages ago, but oh well...).
Um, gonna try and get to Crossroads today, too, if I can, to see if I can hock those shoes. I would try craig's list again, but that didn't turn up results either time I did it. Anyone here have any advice for a kid trying to sell some purple converse? :P