Poem: Acid Drip

Mar 16, 2010 01:05


Hey Flisters

Thanks so much for the comments in my last post. I was in a real funk, that managed to disappear completely when I got away with Tom. How does someone make so instanteously happy in the healthy, unnatural unforced way, just by being them?! The mind boggles. The Exeter thing was Microcon. Actually Micro, but fun. The best parts was when ( Read more... )

poly life, microcon 2010, rl, job woe, poetry

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supasass March 17 2010, 17:11:59 UTC
Yeah, was pretty despairing at the time. An acid test is just a term for something being tested for durability etc.

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radiantbaby March 23 2010, 02:40:29 UTC
Somehow I'd missed this -- sorry!

I think your poem is very good, very evocative and sad, I'm glad you shared it with us. I know how scary it can be to put your guts on display in front of (near) strangers. Still, I hope to see more from you.

Oh, and I'm so happy things are still going so well with Tom. :)

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