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Young Writers Society


Pompadour


Photo of 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/


In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien