Nina at Infinite Thought offers us one of her angst-ridden teenage poems. Every line a potential strapline for Counago & Spaves. My favourites:
A hysterical procession to the rebirthing room
An inferiority possessed by chance
Clusters of snowdrops in an impure world
A blind mind on the side of reason
Bombard her with requests for more.
(That last one is an instruction, not a line from her poem).
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yes! recognition! I have a caseload more of this shit just dying to be unleashed on an unsuspecting blogworld. Just say the word!
Shit perhaps, but great shit!
And we promise to read them with a straight face.
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