So I finally started and finished my poetry that has to be in tomorrow - I think my problem was that I am against writing being forced so my mind puts up a block and makes me sleep instead. It's not really the best time to write for uni because all my deepest darkest secrets keep coming out - I don't mean it.
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Sorted some stuff ... ate some pasta.
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Joined Twitter (as flutterbydaisy) : Stephen fry is there :)
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Washed the dishes in a haze.
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Then the usual, but this time I didn't care - I was too busy staring at sex and the city.
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10 hours!
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Then the pushing stopped for one night/morning at least - but I was too tired to notice.
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Think I should show you all the pretty butterfly light that I found the other night....
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Sorted some stuff ... ate some pasta.
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Joined Twitter (as flutterbydaisy) : Stephen fry is there :)
***
Washed the dishes in a haze.
***
Then the usual, but this time I didn't care - I was too busy staring at sex and the city.
***
10 hours!
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Then the pushing stopped for one night/morning at least - but I was too tired to notice.
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Think I should show you all the pretty butterfly light that I found the other night....
1 comment:
Forcing poetry isn't fair. Poetry is meant to be beautiful, crafted from the heart at your desire.
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