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Exquisite Defect.



My favorite people on DA:

I haven't written a poem in ages, not that it really matters all to much. I've been doing a lot of reading, and the more I read, the less I think I have the ability to write something I can publish. My novels are silly. I can't even open them anymore because they're truly ridiculous.

Summer sucks.

Ah, yes, the joys of deviantart. By that, of course, I mean it's so incredibly slow that I don't know why I even bother coming on here, anymore. It is summer, though, my first one at home after four years of getting sent away against my will. After having taken such a long recess from poetry and writing, I definately have less of a chance to repeat my messages. Ehem. I intend on looking through my gallery tomorrow and throwing out everything I'm ashamed of.

You know, everyone goes on and on about how Vanilla Coke is better than Pepsi Vanilla and right now I can't really say I know which I prefer. They both taste pretty damn good to me.

That's right, Audrey. VANILLA. Insert sinister laughter right in here somewhere along with the sounds of Audrey's screaming of, well, you know, "pain".

Tomorrow is the last day of my Sophomore career. If I could spell that big religious H-word, I'd type it out right now.

My favorite people on DA:

I adore s work right now.