NOVEL ATTEMPTS by ashraya gupta

You served us poorly. And then you died.
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Suite-living is good so far. My bed is dismantled. Started writing poetry again. I don’t trust it, though.
I have to think of new things forgotten, if this blog is to stay alive.

Just heard this on the Tennessee Border Show.
Jerry Reed - When You’re Hot, You’re Hot

It is extremely warm in this room. I may have lost all of my music. My Intro to Architecture professor has a heavy Italian accent. The Kitchen Cabinet played a show; we got bwogged and ivy gated.
Time for a bike ride!
Expect this blog to get stupider while I’m busy getting smarter (?). School…!

Mostly makes me feel like I haven’t read enough poetry.