2003-07-17 / 6:07 p.m.

I was sent a poem this morning that I've been thinking about all day, trying to come to a conclusion about the word or words I should employ in its description. It's taken hours and given me a headache and while I'm still not satisfied with my material, I think I'm going to have to say that he sent me the most mouth-watering non-Ginsberg piece of poetry I have ever read in my life. I want to print it out and eat the paper so it will be processed into my body and cause flash fires and meteors to engage in aweome, blinding, glorious lighting battles in my cerebro-spinal fluid. I want every letter of it to be embedded in my skull for the rest of forever.

....it's pretty.

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