Date: 2008-11-25 10:53 pm (UTC)
Good grief!

Let's see. Following this flawed logic, I've written poems about the Unseelie Court and the Sluagh, so I must secretly worship the evil fay. I've also written poems about space vampires, so maybe I'm really a space vampire in disguise, sent to drain the lifeblood of all humanity. I've also composed a poem about a man with gremlins in his brain, so I must have little demons running around in my head. More than one of my narrators has committed suicide, so I must be the Dr. Kevorkian of poets, encouraging my readers to do themselves in.

Rubbish! The church in question must be run by loonies.
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