Hey, Ashley, you never explained to me what you are. Ive read your poems and, never do a find a trace element of yourself in there. What it is, to be you. I see your power spree, I see an end to a desire, I see hints of reprobation but nothing about Ashley. Its not ordinary, is it? To be Ashley. What is it, then? Could she write? And, could she write as herself and not who she feigns to be? Would she infantilize herself? Would she suppose herself into cryogenic sleep? I live in a very cold place. Nobody can write when there is a truth they wish to keep. The foundation for this writing is pure caricature. If you are shamed, then speak until they can be shamed no more. What, will they kill you? After theyve already gone and let you do it. What? They will protect their names? Have they names to protect? What? Youll lose friends? Friends, a means to an ends; or, friends you could not keep? Its not wholesome. If you think its wholesome, youre not doing it correctly.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 12:54:58 +0000
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