I had to order STATIONERY this week, which means I now have lovely brown tags with handwritten poetry on them. Surely this means I’ve made it? Ah, nup … I am merely a baby gnat in a creepy jungle of poets (not saying that all poets are creepy*)
BUT my brown tags are gonna look freakin’ rad hanging off bottles and dangling from doors and tables. Maybe I can plant some on the customer folk? Double dare me? OK-AH!!!!
am may be lying about this.