This of course, has nothing to do with this journal. So anyway, still busy and still reading all of your lovely deviations, and STILL not getting my ass in gear and giving you feedback. I just try my very best not to leave a "'tis good, ciao" comment on your guys work; you deserve more from me than just that. The net result has, unfortunately, been that of me being silent for weeks on end.
I am however, getting close to completing another poem. I was unsure how to approach my next piece of writing given some the feedback I was getting on my poetry...on the one hand I really wanted to make those improvements that (those of you who were awesome and left comments
My little attempts to get into formal and more structured style poetry has me at odds with myself on how to proceed at the moment. =Sorrowburn gave a look and another comment on one of my older pieces, and got me thinking..."do I like that way better?" As nothing holds more sway on how I think on these matters more than his opinion, and I do remember being very pleased with it at the time.
So I must ask you all: Do you prefer the new writing, or the old writing? In my honest opinion, for 90% of these cases I'm convinced the new shit (while still shit) is a thousand times better than the old. But I'd be very interested in your thoughts on the matter.








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If the eyes are the window to our soul then why does it hurt when I spray it with Windex? - Colbert
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Photography, too!!
~PimpPenguin - ([link])
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Love peace and chicken grease
~Sol the trance tiger goddess =^_^=
Main Commissions OPEN :: Unlimited Sketch Commissions OPEN $10-18 check out journal for more info
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
Jebus you certainty don't come on here enough.
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Love peace and chicken grease
~Sol the trance tiger goddess =^_^=
Main Commissions OPEN :: Unlimited Sketch Commissions OPEN $10-18 check out journal for more info
Go play the wii,
wii, at myyyyyyyyyy girlfriends house,
we can go box, orrrrrr play tennis tennis of my dreaaaaaaaaaaaaaaams
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Live by the sword, Die by the sword.
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when i grow up, i want to be that guy who sits behind the walls of toilet cubicles operating the automatic flushes!
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