3/25/12

4 more poems to go. six hours till bedtime.

analyzing a poem about a noiseless patient spider and the human soul while the rain comes down like crazy. I also have a cup of tazo tea and a bag of hot cheetos. how else would I spend Sunday anyway

1 comment:

  1. dammit when i think about it like that (hour wise) 4 more poems seem like a lot -__- good luck bel

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