Yesterday I left my current notebook in one of my favourite cafes, validating my insistence on transcribing all notes into synced files at every day's end.
(I picked it up again today.)
The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
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