Entry 139

Aug 18, 2009 14:05

I can easily confess that I will be pleased when this day is over. This butcher of the fine art of poetry is most irritating. One must wonder if the Deities are laughing at how citizens speak their words so poorly today.

I know that I am not laughing.

Anything but really.

how tiresome, genius is bothered, vexed, poor poetry

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