Please excuse the comma splices, tense changes, verbosity, etc. I was just a youngin' and now I realize the error of my grammatical ways. Plus, I preferred the flowery and descriptive writing styles of the early 19th century and beyond rather than the short, journalistic post-Hemingway-style of writing. I love intense imagery and descriptions in general. Still deciding whether I should edit my old poetry for grammar mistakes or take the Beatnik approach and fuck it.

Disclaimer: I only wrote/write on bad days. Grand days have never inspired me enough to write as I've always used writing as an outlet. A majority of my poetry is angsty, dark humored, or depressing, however, I don't have depression, and I'm not self-destructive or suicidal by any means. My writing is mostly a tenfold representation of the kind of day I was having at the time. Embellishing the realities of my bad days on paper helped turn them into good days. Not sticking my head into an oven anytime soon (or ever, actually). :P +10 points if you got the reference.

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Monday, March 23, 2009

A Man for All Seasons

On sale now for a limited time: tall, dark, and handsome.

Buy one, get one free,
Better get em’ while they last,
They don’t come cheap.

Arm candy strung upon your limb,
This season’s Prada bag,
Thrown away—
Out of season.

Perpetual April rain remains evident.

Don’t look back into the incessant Sun.

Leaves may fall.

Wear him like a coat during winter—

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