creepy inside

Today, dear god, I did two weird creepy things about which I will post evasively.  One involved the freaky effort to write about the work of a writer I like within a system and form of writing I despise.  The other was to represent myself and what I love to strangers I hope to attract.  Maybe these things cancel each other out and I am still l doing something for art, deep down inside.

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