I'm permitted to submit ten poems by wednesday for that writing thing at Adelphi. Lets see how many I can scrounge up.
And for the record. Nothing is perfect, nothing can stay perfect. Everything being good for at least a full twentyfour hours? Not in my life, once I start to get things back on track, it gets fucked up. Every time. I guess i'm destined for things to go wrong.
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