I signed up. I expect to fail, but it should be cathartic, if not revelatory. We'll see.
My user name over there is briefcandle.


Jerseyshe is the shore in autumn, cloudy, abandoned, though no less lovely than the teem of summer than silver is than gold merely the starker of the two and the water in late october is still just warm enough we can roll our pant legs wade to our calves savoring this last caress from our gray sister before winter makes us strangersJersey
she is the strand, lonesome, where a couple walks who met here who return in every weather charting their mutable course where an old man huddles bundled on the flood wall watching the blur wher


summer's enda day of black rain and red fever weathered in and out of troubled sleep till the wind tore the sky down like two hands took hold and pulled and night came early and coolsummer's end


walk-upThrough the screen door my little light warms the painted landing, yellow-glazing the first steps down the wooden turn. Below, the alley is a hollow throat breathing a dismal air. You linger there at the bottom, looking up long hours for my little light to wink out, needlessly. My back is turned, the latch fragile. I would never hear your creaking steps over the rush of water. Standing here at the sink, leaning in, I wait to feel you on the back of my neck.walk-up
Anyway, I thought you were being clever when you posted "ctrl+v to the max, y'all" again.
Now I know the awful truth.
i'm glad you feel better, though. unless you feel worse. unless you like feeling worse.
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I would have a signature if they allowed longer signatures. I wrote three paragraphs and deviantART said, 'Sorry, 1 error prevented this form from being saved. Please correct any errors indicated below and try again.'
how postmodern of you
I wrote a paper that was completely full of shit this summer about '
It was funny.
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