   The Inkslinger 2005-10-12 . chapter 1Oh Gosh, you are amazing! *throws self at your feet*If I had to incorporate hairspray, racket, simple, save, blast, and humming in a poem.. I donno, I think I'd defenestrate myself. But it's so lovely! How did you do it? No wonder it was hard.Honestly. I used to think I abhorred all poetry, but I keep reading your lovelies and re-thinking my stance on poems altogehter. (Maybe I'm just reading too many 16th-18th century sonnets on fleas and perverted love wooing?) I just needed something good. *glomps onto poem*I especially like the connection and imagery with asphalt. I'm not sure why, but I really like it. Oh! And so true.. the city does smell different. Just last night we were talking about how Toronto (well, I've never been there but my parents/friends have..) and other big cities are smoggy and they smell different. Maybe it's all the hairspray?Hee hee... I have a funny story about smoke in China, too, from my East-Asian History class.. but maybe I shouldn't blab away here. The smoke part just reminded me of something from my class, that's all... ^_^*love* It's so good; I'm spitefully jealous. I don't know how you do it. I think some poeple just have a natural knack for poetry, and others don't.Oh goodness. I can't believe how much I've yammered away already. But I see you've updated something else.. Prepare for more pestering!
-Inky |
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