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Project Leader:
dropkick687
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Language:
English
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Eating Snowmobiles for Breakfast
This is a collection of snippits from my mind. Writing is my pulse. Night is the lover I cannot contain and i'm OBSESSED. My life is an orchestrated nocturne. A musical perhaps. Welcome to my fantasy world. I'm into survival
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“New Apartment Smell” is my favorite.
A hard call, mind you. Reading your work is like…
“Wow. So that’s what words are for.”
A hard call, mind you. Reading your work is like…
“Wow. So that’s what words are for.”
The sheer wackiness and utter abandon of this poem put many great images in my head. I think that randomness is the true form of the heart.
This was really a great flowing poem with many interesting facets. Sometimes I felt the saddness and other times I felt the total randomness. Well done.
Excellent write. You have a special way of getting your meaning across. You don't ramble, as I do, but that's my problem. Will definetly be reading more of you. Great poem!!
MadManMike
MadManMike
Your writing is really fascinating- the details and word choice are absolutely excellent, and the randomness of the longer ones even remind me a little of "Howl" (Allen Ginsberg). If I had once request for this project, it would be that the poems, in general, were longer... which I suppose explains why "Do Your Ears Hang Low" is one of my favorites. Overall, cool stuff!
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