I’m making progress on CWKB. The bit I’m writing now covers a political-but-also-personal dispute between two people in tight stanzas: I’m not really generating short chunks that can be excerpted on their own sans context.
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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