Devious Journal EntryThe poem seems to fit with the overall theme
On the CliffsOn The CliffsOn the Cliffs
The land was laughing at me, I could feel it. Following long broken sheep paths, leading with striding purpose, to the edge of an industry, and then too far away to see.
The sea swell splashes into rock crevices and is caught; sounds like a shotgun. Each piece of flotsam or jetsam, appealingly un-plasticated, from a distance.
Even as a kid I never believed they would make me famous, crates of Nike air max trainers. Remember that day? With the boat, with the crumpled sails? With the girl with the gun? A
| Tired of self censorship and hearing people say 'I am not creative'. Making stuff is normal, we have to put it somewhere. |
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...on ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux...
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