Posted by Dehejia Maat on October 10, 2008 at 6:40pm
that little spacetween my eyebrows crinkledhead cocked to sidedeep breathI have no ideawhat the hell some peopleare talkin aboutat open mic'sworkshop maneditrun it by somebody firstpleasedo us all a favormy ears are mad at methe torturethe audacitythe lengththe arms flying in the airthe screamingyou could have said all of thatin one sentencewho's honing their craftwho's not worried about the performancewho's up late at night writingcause the paper is calling themwho will stopand read somebody else's wordsdig on that shitI smilebut I'm madand I don't think I'll return for a while
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