If you knew a single one of all the things that I've done

[sovay]

I am no longer in Providence. I am rather exhausted (read: there must be a brain in here somewhere), but I am very glad I went. See greygirlbeast for details.

Best thing I didn't expect to be told tonight by a stranger: "I love the brains of poets." She had been talking about Poe and Violet Jacob, but I had to restrain myself from asking whether she preferred them braised or sautéed.

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[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

I tend to prefer poet's brains shaken, not stirred.

[sovay]

I tend to prefer poet's brains shaken, not stirred.

I'm afraid right now you get scrambled, but I'll see what I can do about the lemon peel.