preoccupied and introspective, wandering the countryside, staring at tiny flowers. Attracted to water and may be discovered gazing limply into a still pool or millpond, sighing heavily. The disease manifests in oblique statements. The victim's only positive action during the disease's primary and secondary stages is to scribble, sometimes recite, verse. Examination of this work is in itself exhausting and may lead to cross-infection. The content of it may be very powerful, where comprehensible.
I fear for myself.
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your work is not powerful HP. You do not have this ailment. You have constipated lassitude. No poetics.
you are incomprehensible. the tiny flowers wilt at your gaze.
sylvia plath is a dark and ominous force. turn away from the shady path. NOW.
Ham,you are one with the poet's path. This is not a disease, but a magical gift from the puddle prohets. You are specialness incarnate.
I mean puddle prophets
I can only look upon this post as I do porn. With awe.
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