to write promises.
I am dead, but to entertain and surprise everyone, I get up and dance.
I have read Lesle Lewis' Lie Down Too. I cannot figure out if I should treat it as literature or a jumbled collection of sentences arbitrarily assigned a title.
Will writing ever be productive? It is only when walking through a library on tiptoe or leafing through a driving theory book that the more lyrical phrases come to me. Sitting at a desk and staring blankly does not help, neither does reading manga.
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Wake up, you say. Reality is here.
I spent all night. I have written another universe. You make a grab at it and it lands in the fireplace.
The people are alive one second when possessed by electricity and dead the next.
I talk like I am stuffing bits of glass into my mouth.
My imagined sun drips lava as it rises.
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Yet to conjure up any resolutions and it bites me guilty, even if I know it's all a charade, some banner one puts up at the front of the house, removes it and tucks it into the darkest corner of the shed when no one asks anymore.
Happy new year everyone. The year beckons; mine has an especially dour look on his face and it is not at all surprising.
I have read Lesle Lewis' Lie Down Too. I cannot figure out if I should treat it as literature or a jumbled collection of sentences arbitrarily assigned a title.
Will writing ever be productive? It is only when walking through a library on tiptoe or leafing through a driving theory book that the more lyrical phrases come to me. Sitting at a desk and staring blankly does not help, neither does reading manga.
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Wake up, you say. Reality is here.
I spent all night. I have written another universe. You make a grab at it and it lands in the fireplace.
The people are alive one second when possessed by electricity and dead the next.
I talk like I am stuffing bits of glass into my mouth.
My imagined sun drips lava as it rises.
-----
Yet to conjure up any resolutions and it bites me guilty, even if I know it's all a charade, some banner one puts up at the front of the house, removes it and tucks it into the darkest corner of the shed when no one asks anymore.
Happy new year everyone. The year beckons; mine has an especially dour look on his face and it is not at all surprising.