words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Friday, October 06, 2006
i submitted a piece i wrote to a few feminist magazines, and i got my first rejection email today. i am officially a writer. it was something along the lines of it unfortunately not being right for them at this time, but please continue to send in writings so they will have something to shoot down, because it provides a source of amusement for overworked, underpaid feminists to shit on my work.