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I love language!

I'm not as heavily into it as some people I know (no greek tattoos for me, thank you) but nonetheless it is a vast playground.

And thus he bursts from canals of venice and vaginas.

Digging through
vowels with trowels in
sands of consonants!
Consonance! Dissonance!
All in accordance!

Square pegs in round holes!
(paper cliché) Piñatas of
letters beaten/browsed with
sticks and magnifying glasses!

Flogging readers with (q)whips
and bad pun-ish//tor-ment:

LO! A POET IS BORN!


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yay! that felt good. I feel better. But then - that's the point of writing, isn't it?