Sign up for the writer’s retreat not narcissistic enough? come to some fuckin secluded cabin in the woods with other lonely people trying to write poems sit there on your fat ass by candle light or some shit trying to pretend your Edgar Allan Poe without the demons see that’s just the problem you’re just not fucked up enough so you pay $1000 to sit in a circle of people over too expensive red wine and critique a bunch of other poets’ shit using the word “deep” too much as if the world still had meaning
killer poem, Daniel! "trying to pretend your Edgar Allan Poe without the demons see that’s just the problem you’re just not fucked up enough" "as if the world still had meaning"
