I want to write a book of poetry that will put viagra out of business, says Simic. And i really like thi idea, namely because i am very curious as to how many people i can get off through carefully constructed words. But then i remember that i can't write poetry very well (namely for lack of practice) and so i should maybe stick with prose.
I think i'll just write prosetry.
lately it seem smy thoughts have been more jumbled than usual, ones that i've been working my ass off to surpress are starting to ventur their way to the surface. They're racking my brain and over all fucking me over when i'm trying my best to concentrate.
But i promise in good enough time will have successfully completed my goal of writing stuff i am willing to submit to here and also taking more pictures/ all around new art. I've just been a bit distracted. then again, i'm sure you don't care that much.