Unrhetorical I’m not unable to articulate how I feel, exactly. But when I think about what it’s like to be… “Hey, I’ve got nothing to do but smile… …. here I am.” “After all it was a great big world with lots of places to run to… One little promise she was gonna keeeeeeep …” En francais. Twilight, y’all’s really real and amazing. Think about the Iron and Wine Song And Also Frank O’Hara. I’m poems and poems are me Usually. Smoke it up and consider why you’re doing what You do. Sometimes you have to simply make a book To explain your feelings And sometimes You Don’t. Roman numerals. In memory of my fucking feelings. (fill the page but don’t waste even a little papier) Caroline Ruth is a perfect anagram.: Me.