pretty musch everery time i'm dismisssive about something i have to end up haveing a go at it and then when i have a go at it i prettymuch always think, oh, i was wrong, thats really good. so i slagged off the cantos before i read them, becuase they looked hard then i was sitting around one day...
a leaf in the current
condom full of black beetles
hate is not born in the trenches
i cannot make it cohere
i have tried to write paradise
indulge the banter
poundforpound
pull down thy vanity
she is an octopus
the great ball of crystal
the hells move in cycles
the temple is holy because it is not for sale
the vines burst from my fingers
thought is a labyrinth
unexpected excellent sausage
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