orz, or for you non-azn folk: *head-desk*

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Oh, gods. Things are interconnecting again. Inside my headspace, wonky as it is, ideas are starting to sort themselves into metaphors. And sometimes they rhyme. I'm starting to feel the particular mental itch that says that an act of poetry is about to be committed. This is a minor emergency, because my poetry is mediocre at best. I'm not talking florid love of blood, death and eyeliner - it's not goth but it's still not bad enough to be funny. But some of my poems I will read through later and want to smack myself innahed just 'cause my brain made that piece of fe'hu.

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