Unless you're me in which case a stiff wind blew all my seeds out to sea and i'm just wilting now. Always good when you -ain't skeered. write more damnit.
Most of my "writing" has been fiction, of late; poetry happens when it moves me, or falls out of some orifice I didn't properly shut. ((Hmm. Never pictured my fingertips as an orifice before; odd. That's where poetry comes from. ;) ))
Just more poetry, please. Yeah, the whole portently /portentously thing has me bugged. Hot walk bugs you eh? How 'bout the lady with the chainsaw. Think she might let me use it to alter this?
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Most of my "writing" has been fiction, of late; poetry happens when it moves me, or falls out of some orifice I didn't properly shut. ((Hmm. Never pictured my fingertips as an orifice before; odd. That's where poetry comes from. ;) ))
Thanks for the comment :)
Other questions going back to the other thread. ;)
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