Friday Jun 01, 2007

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"write a poem about me, you know, how you used to. how you would write, a long time ago, all mysterious."

don't stop writing. it was my favorite escape, much more satisfying than brain damage. so i sit for a few hours everyday and pour my heart out, it feels good, it feels like me.

the fortune in my fortune cookie said that my lucky number is 9. lame. what exactly am i supposed to do with a goddamn number? i guess i should start gambling. i hate fortune cookies, but the fried tofu was delicious.

yup my friday nights are fascinating smile
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contrary:
Next time simply devour the fortune with the cookie, just like how Vlad the Impaler used to drink an enemies blood to obtain their energy.
Keep writing, its the practice that never ends, and publish.
thesednacrux:
With one number you could do lots of things. Nine has variables, multiples, common denominators with other numbers. Nine isn't so bad. Maybe you're supposed to join the 81 poems project and write 9 line poems. I don't know.

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