Putting the finishing touches on a pantoum that uses the word "fuck" a lot. The only thing more retarded than villanelles is pantoums, you know.
I'm going to have to work this weekend, but I'm hoping to spread it out over the three days, and get some poem fun done too. The Spectacle of Meat should go into final production, I have some other people's poems to read, and some long-abandoned projects of my own (sailors, oranges), to try and breathe some life into. For some reason, I feel that all of this will be made easier by getting a haircut, which I plan to do tomorrow.
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