in three and a half hours i will be handing out fifteen copies of the previous entry's poem to total strangers that i really want to impress. they might hate it. they might think i suck. and hell, they might be right...

in other news it's going to snow. and snow. and snow. and i'm going to drive in said snow for two hours just to give out fifteen copies of said poem to total strangers for them to rip into shreds. the other night i had a dream that the whole poetry class went very well, and i was wearing a pink and black striped sweater. yesterday, i went out and bought one.

is that weird?

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