I wrote out a few thoughts one day because they were running circles in my brain, banging against the walls of my head, begging to be let out. So I let them out. What emerged came out in this unusual form that sort of resembled a poem, but not quite. I suck at writing poetry, but this wasn't quite prose either. So I asked someone for their opinion on this writing, and described it's curious mixed heritage. His response after reading it was "Walking the line between 'poetry' and 'laundry list' "
I decided that summed me up pretty accurately.
I decided that summed me up pretty accurately.












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Date: 11/20/06 12:15 pm (UTC)From:I'm still waiting for the "IM IN UR ICEBOX EATING UR PLUMS" LJ-icon.