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Young Writers Society


Pompadour


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A poem begins with a lump in the throat.

--Robert Frost



Another teenager masquerading as a ninety-something-year-old man with a fly haircut. I am remarkably ignorant, and unremarkably pessimistic.

You can bother me for anything~


Interests

finding pace and rhythm

Occupation

Some spatial Flying Dutchman

Website

http://pompaboorish.tumblr.com/


"For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein