Tuesday 17 April 2012
pretense-ious
i read my old poetry. it is less pretentious than my later ones. how counterintuitive.
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pertaining yours truly
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- an amateur mathematician sans writer trapped in the corporeal nightmare of a biologist. a decrepit sage of factoids which are useless in the real world, and a relic of a time ere knowledge was currency of import, moreso than paper and coin.
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