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Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: Black Books
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Jan 14th, 2008, 01:33 PM
Oh good, then I'm fully justified in assuming that all modern poetry is the verbal equivalent of the runs. Yay.
I picked up a random book by a random chick in a used bookstore based soley off the fact that the title of the collection is "In What Furnace", and she can't be all bad if she knows Blake.
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I'm about to stop playing "Who Should I Kill First" in my head, and go with what feels natural.
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