To Whom It May Concern,
I’ve noticed that as i do this experiment my poems have become more weepy, almost overly emotional. I want to clear this up like bad acne and start a more creative, positive, happy drunk experience; like tequila, without the fighting.
I guess this is my public service announcement that im gonna try to mix it up, do some more manly shit.
Thanks Again for Following,
H. T. Reed