Ever have one of those days where you feel self-destructive — not in the suicidal sense, but in the mood to do something that will cause a disaster just to watch the fun?

I’ve got a seriously cranky and fairly explosive local poetry issue chafing under my belt, but I do think the consequences of exposure of it are far worse than holding it in.

It’s like Poe’s story, “The Imp of the Perverse”, y’know?

Sometimes, though…

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ADDDENDUM:

Zero Point Zero tomorrow is just me goofing on vacation. Go have a snicker, if you like.

It’s right here, as of Friday AM: ZERO POINT ZERO

1. Go into your LJ’s archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

My sentence:

You know, time will grow you out of teen angst…but how long does it take to grow you out of adulthood?

1. Go into your LJ’s archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

My sentence:

You know, time will grow you out of teen angst…but how long does it take to grow you out of adulthood?