it is unfortunate that there will now be a lot of poetry about volcanoes and planes traversing the ash.
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I get in these moods where I can't stand most other supposed poets and find them all to be so full of shit that their stench can be smelled through the computer. Maybe it's because I use a Mac but right now it is because they should not be writing their shit and just become critics who are full of shit. I think I need to go pick up my gun, get into a fist fight and drink four fingers of Jameson single malt.
some days it hard to be a moody son of a bitch.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 