Josh has the market cornered on adolescent poetry (
54), of course.
But what do you do when you wake up with cliched imagery and motifs rattling round in your head and you’re not a sufficiently advanced perl script?
I just dropped them into a text editor window and I’ll stare them at as I go by that desktop (my iBook has four 12 inch workspaces (80) which I find to be really useful on a small screen). I’ll either find a way to use ’em or throw them out.