today's theme is "small attention span"
Dec. 2nd, 2011 01:54 amTomorrow's the last day for SPN Femslash Week and
erasureathon sign-ups, so HAVE AT YE.
ALSO IT IS TIME FOR:

Perfect for those with small attention spans! SPAM IT WITH PROMPTS. STUFF IT WITH FILLS.
I have ( Sanctuary feels. )
Poem rec! Confessions: My Father, Hummingbirds, and Franz Fanon by Benjamin Alire Sáenz. It's about identity, representation, and the sentimental attachment to the flaws you've been told are inherent. It gets me like right here.
Speaking of poems, I wish I can remember the title and author of this one book of poetry I found in the New York Public Library last year. All I can remember of it is that it had a green cover of blurry trees (and maybe a boy?) and it had a bunch of long poems about the poet's distant father HAHAHAHAHA THIS SOUNDS LIKE A PARODY ALREADY but seriously. I was really digging it and was sad I didn't get to finish. It was at a very innocuous-looking NYPL branch close to the main branch, like a block away, and if you take the the escalator to the 2nd(?) floor, it would be in the bottom-left corner of the room. WORST CLUES EVER. RANDOM BOOK OF AWESOME POEMS, I WILL NEVER FIND YOU AGAIN basically, just like I will never again find that song whose chorus goes "hey, heeeeyyyy" or was it "mmm, mmmmmmm" and it sort of sounded like The XX. This paragraph is the most hipster thing I've ever written.
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ALSO IT IS TIME FOR:

Perfect for those with small attention spans! SPAM IT WITH PROMPTS. STUFF IT WITH FILLS.
I have ( Sanctuary feels. )
Poem rec! Confessions: My Father, Hummingbirds, and Franz Fanon by Benjamin Alire Sáenz. It's about identity, representation, and the sentimental attachment to the flaws you've been told are inherent. It gets me like right here.
Speaking of poems, I wish I can remember the title and author of this one book of poetry I found in the New York Public Library last year. All I can remember of it is that it had a green cover of blurry trees (and maybe a boy?) and it had a bunch of long poems about the poet's distant father HAHAHAHAHA THIS SOUNDS LIKE A PARODY ALREADY but seriously. I was really digging it and was sad I didn't get to finish. It was at a very innocuous-looking NYPL branch close to the main branch, like a block away, and if you take the the escalator to the 2nd(?) floor, it would be in the bottom-left corner of the room. WORST CLUES EVER. RANDOM BOOK OF AWESOME POEMS, I WILL NEVER FIND YOU AGAIN basically, just like I will never again find that song whose chorus goes "hey, heeeeyyyy" or was it "mmm, mmmmmmm" and it sort of sounded like The XX. This paragraph is the most hipster thing I've ever written.