Month: April 2013

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a flarf poet aims to say nothing at all yet be understood this poet always fails the celebration of successful old poets is famous evening dinner gown svilver pantaloon goblet of glistening crescendo stiletto dagger in the open mic air flarf...

There is plenty of promise held in the future’s tightly clenched fist, and I look forward to prising those surprises from its grasp as the years unfold glorious and slow. I want to explain a concept i have had lately. I...

sorry for the last post, which was a bit drunken. I have left it up to help counter the more nuanced garbage that i usually write. What else have I been busy with? Wasting time in Minecraft again, on the AU...