Poetry Is Harder to Write When You’re on Weed
I just watched an
advertisement where
a pretty girl (you know the kind
of pretty: pretty like I would like
to be)
Tell the whole country
how excited she was
about her new
SOCKS…
And I’m Still Not Clear on What it Accomplishes
I’m still not sure of the value — if any — of clapping for stories, but I do it anyway. Lately I’ve tried something new, and it’s quite simple: if your story holds my interest enough that I read it to the end, I’ll give you 50 claps. Simple enough.
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