Monday, May 14, 2007

Five minutes of your time...

...is all it takes to read and digest some expectoration of spit and mucus from the text nose that is the personal diaries of 1 million (or so) lonely bloggers, punting their hopes and fears, cheese and smears on the river. The shit in the river is different everyday, and if, in some small way, I can contribute to that existential howling flow, then I have achieved a goal.

and that is all internal alliteration, or something

well, it scans, and that's good enough

for me

See what I did there? With the iambic thing?

Fuck! I've just realised

that's blank verse

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