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well... i have holed my self up here for a few days doing nearly nothing but cutting, pasting, writing.
i am sore from lack of sleep. the wine helps a bit. my internal clock is all screwed up.
i now need: white out (that's right, i needs me some last minute editing device) and staples.
once i procure those items i will have twenty copies of my first book, "our pavlov days of summer"
which will be available at some open mic night near you.
or near you if you live in portland. * smile *
thirty three poems, seven or eight illustrations. black and white, color was darn expensive. the master copy is in color though, isn't that fun?
have mentioned my delirium yet? two nights ago at five in the morning as i was preparing to collapse into my bed i decided to write instead. my left hand wrote her first poem right then. it has been stuck in my head ever since. it is not in the book
*shrug*
i am sore from lack of sleep. the wine helps a bit. my internal clock is all screwed up.
i now need: white out (that's right, i needs me some last minute editing device) and staples.
once i procure those items i will have twenty copies of my first book, "our pavlov days of summer"
which will be available at some open mic night near you.
or near you if you live in portland. * smile *
thirty three poems, seven or eight illustrations. black and white, color was darn expensive. the master copy is in color though, isn't that fun?
have mentioned my delirium yet? two nights ago at five in the morning as i was preparing to collapse into my bed i decided to write instead. my left hand wrote her first poem right then. it has been stuck in my head ever since. it is not in the book
*shrug*