In our projectivist workshop we were told to write a projectivist poem about something we have experienced in the past 24 hours which I found pretty funny.
Projectivism is a form of poetry without many rules of structure or form: the only thing you have to do is basically write a stream of consciousness, for example, if you chose to write about a picnic in a projectivist style you would describe all the thoughts that were going through your head at the picnic.
I couldn't think of anything appropriate to write about.
On another note, I have no food. No fucking milk or butter or anything that you actually need and no money either, no idea how I am gonna get through this weekend and Halloween. Feeling pukkkkka though, life is sweet.
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