This is a small project whose aim is to force life through the dusty veins that are my sleepy hopes and dreams; I grow weary of waiting on inspiration, and, surely, the gaps in between are of no assistance to one's craft.
One piece of writing per day. One piece of music per week. The only guarantee is that a lot of it won't be any good.
Friday
It dances on and in your features, and a sentence - a word - that you held just below your lip peeks over and out at me. "I never said that." So you didn't, and in that you said something.
this is wonderful.
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i love the parallels between the content and the form. she says so much with so little, and so did you. really great.
"stick with me here" because i'm not sure i'm using the terminology correctly...
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