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I am dumb with wonder, that I'm not torn asunder, that my brain and body don't burst, under the torment of the demon that lives in me. He longs to be free, struggling clawing, scratching to be released, shrieking at me to write the words that reside inside. I tried hard to drown him with vodka and Guinness Stout, but he learned to swim.
So once again, we toast the night alone by candlelight, as I read Sylvia Plath while he takes a bath in dark Irish beer. He knows that writing's fantastic, orgasmic, electric, and we cum together as he whispers me sweet prose while doing the back float in a sea of Absolut. I'm destitute, but he doesn't care, just as long as I share his seed that spills from my quill. And so, I hear is shrill voice in the middle of the night, screaming, screeching, write m**********r, write.
:0 ... i have read that .. just keep writing .. intense passion in your lines .. myself .. not quite so driven .. but i certainly can relate .. thanks for sharing your very personal wrestle with the demon .. figuratively speaking of course .. also .. i do enjoy the Irish kick
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:0 ... i have read that .. just keep writing .. intense passion in your lines .. myself .. not quite so driven .. but i certainly can relate .. thanks for sharing your very personal wrestle with the demon .. figuratively speaking of course .. also .. i do enjoy the Irish kick
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Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..