"I started writing hundred of poems and sending them out. You know poetry doesn't pay anything, it was just a form I needed. Kind of a passionate, pleasurable, selfish, nice form where you can scream a bit. I guess I needed to scream a little bit." C. Bukowski
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
day two hundred eleven : neither is real
july third is the test date
the veiled existence of me
sort of thinks i won't make it till then
but the slowly solidifying kashi
bala
hanahazukashi
is figuring out how many days are left
and planning out a study template
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