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August 2008
The Process
For me, poetry strikes like lightning. Fiction, on the other hand, is pure toil. Sometimes, it's the toil of really great sex. Sometimes it's more like playing solo tag with Dick Butkus wearing a Minnesota Vikings uniform and covered in hot dogs. Sometimes you just get Dick, you know?Archives
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Factory Girl Sometimes I catch myself going through the motions Posted by rowan at February 01, 2004 02:54 PM
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i love reading all your work. Posted by: troy smith on February 24, 2004 08:12 PM Post a comment:
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