He is laughing. He thinks I don’t hear him, but I do. It is not the warp-speed winds we are having, nor the crows that squat from the cold to look like their large-headed raven cousins. It is him. I know it.
I have been saving all those silly “What ……….are you?” tests because, when answered honestly, they do give at the very least a halfassly accurate indication of our personalities. Although, just as with the psychics I have upon occasion visited, what you put in is what you get out, and much is generically vague.
“What poet are you?” — the latest quiz; well, Edgar knew all along, I suppose.
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Sure he knew all along; so did we.
Hi. I’m just here to avoid the boxes for a while and say hello. Personally, i’d have made a lousy poet, but i’m great at channeling Isadora Duncan, so it all evens out. Have a lovely week!
The problem with personality quizzes is that I can’t answer them honestly because the honest answer is almost never one of the choices. At least half the time none of the answers are even close.