[good] sex, drugs, and rock&roll
writers who love other writers.
writers who are looking to be loved.
people who aren't understood;
hey: I don't understand myself or anything. I won't understand you.
But that means I already do.
Yeah. Things like that.
to tell you the truth, I dont really know why I post my poems. Not many people read them, and they're not extraordinarily good or anything... but I love writing them and its nice to have a sense of community around words alone. I'm almost faceless here... and many times I get lost in the meaninglessness of all the letters... but inevitably, I return.
yeah, its hot.
''society should let the artist go... to wander off into the nebula''