Ah Bleh
So I think I'll 'draft' this and go and read instead. Or I could go all stream of conciousness post-modern modernist and leave it as be. The conscious construction, self awareness.
Hear me now, Virginia Woolf, hear me now.
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Lawdeh...I wonder if I should delete that.
(That was me falling asleep at my keyboard.)
Ah bleh.
Vive Le Modernisme!
rah*
Labels: about a girl, arb nonsense, insomnia, lit stuff, on her weirdness, who cares...