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Just so you know, a proem is what I consider halfway between a short story and a poem. It has a lyrical and reflective quality, as in a poem, but is stuctured more like prose without a narrative structure as such. This section is probably just so I don't feel bad when I write something really short without any real story behind it... ^.~
This one's hard. Thoughts I had waiting for the bus one day. You really just need to read it to follow.
Just some thoughts I had about some people I used to know. I'll warn you, it's short. Real short.
The title really does cover it. Read it and make up your own mind, I guess.
I wasn't feeling particularly happy or with it when I wrote it (I dare say it was after a big night out) and I don't really like it that much, but parts of it are pretty. Also very very short!
Started this many moons ago, finally decided it was finished. I think it all started lying on my bed, hugging my favorite toy, trying to make sense of my life.
Dear oh dear, where did this one come from? Norbert's been making noise in the back of my mind again, inducing me to reflect upon recent mind fucks. Did I say that out loud...? Oops...
As the title would imply I was indeed coming down. This is my raw thought pattern just before I finally fell asleep. Rambling, sad and ultra fucked-up.
Blah. My brain leaked again. More pessimistic self-absorbed drival. Pretty but pathetic.
Don't really know where this came from. I guess it simply reflects what can happen when you think too much. Kinda weird and possibly incoherent... yay me! |
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