What if I never stop typewriting shitty cut-up poems? What if I become that weirdo who lives in the forest and speaks to stones and typewrites shitty cut-up poems?
What if I already am that person?
What if I never stop typewriting shitty cut-up poems? What if I become that weirdo who lives in the forest and speaks to stones and typewrites shitty cut-up poems? What if I already am that person? 1 comment
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@raszy that's rad, I want an audience of rocks and moss to my elusive thoughts