Hoorah for teapots!

holy

shit.

wow. i feel like i shouldn't even type because it's noisy. i feel like i should just be quiet.

that was one of the best poems i have ever read in my whole entire life. not just on fiction press. i mean...i hope you're publishing you're stuff somewhere. you deserve it. that poem was...not even a poem. it was something more. it was magical. and powerful. it bold but subtle, daring but reserved, quiet...but it spoke loud. i could go on and on.

wonderful, wonderful, WONDERFUL job. you are the reason there are writers in the world.