chigusairo: (Riza)
So, I finished the rough draft of the mujo paper for Premodern Literature. Oh, yes, life is oh so fragile and everything's going to end and all that. Lalalalala~

Done with mujo (for now), I turn to a poetry assignment for Creative Writing. A thousand burning suns.

Directions: "Write a free verse poem about an event that takes place in a short period of time: a death; a birth; the first inklings of love; whatever."
(the "whatever" part cracks me up)

M-mujo, why are you back? I just played with you for hours! Chomei-kun already went home and without him around I don't like you that much. And no matter how much you think I'm going to write you a poem it's not going to happen. There's plenty of other things that can be done with this poem. So there!

....*writes the fucking poem anyway*

...I'm talking to an abstract Japanese aesthetic now. Help. Water. Vacation. Please. Riza? Guns? Yes.

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