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yawn. my procrastination knows no fucking bounds. a big entry abouts spiders coming soon. i promise it will make you squirm in your chair all those miles away from me. plus it may demonstrate my writing skill, which isn't trained by any means, but i take small pride in it. finally, should i post some poetry here every now and then? i have about 70 poems written since '96. subject matter covers relationships, depression, politics, and abstract feelings.

listen: interpol - antics, faint - wet from birth