Around. Around. And around. Thirteen times in total. Pervert man is dizzy. His glasses are fogged. He gets off the merry go round. Pervert kid comes over. They laugh at each other. They exchange bodily fluids. Perverted pleasure.
You should write a book. We do. They're a bunch of fun, especially when you get to bind them and send out press releases and enlist the help of friends.
But poetry? I don't want to rag on it (but I am, just up in my head, not on the screen)... why not invent a new genre? It doesn't mean you need to abandon narrative - just tweak it like a perverted child might tweak whatever it fancies.
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You should write a book. We do. They're a bunch of fun, especially when you get to bind them and send out press releases and enlist the help of friends.
But poetry? I don't want to rag on it (but I am, just up in my head, not on the screen)... why not invent a new genre? It doesn't mean you need to abandon narrative - just tweak it like a perverted child might tweak whatever it fancies.
Done the book thing. It is fun indeed.
I like poetry. No need for me to invent a new genre.
Poetry suits me ad my style of writing fine.
Cheers
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