I think "PULP" is amazing, I feel like you really understand what my whole world is about. But I noticed you haven't put out another issue in a while. I thought you might need some SUBMISSIONS. This is one of my poems that I wrote about my life. It would be awesome if you published it. Eternally, Black Rose

Apathy by Black Rose Let me paint you a dark picture or two. I'll tell you what I do inside my bedroom. In the black night, it's always the same. Thoughts of school invade my mind. Books lie open before me, but I CANNOT read them. I WILL NOT read them. Study, study, study, they tell me... But, why? It's useless. I don't need to know this. Why do they think I want to know how many electrons are in an atom? It isn't something I WANT to know. So, instead, I do something no one wants me to do. I think. I think for myself. I analyze. I examine the grey world with my own eyes. And, what I see is hell on earth. What I see causes me more pain. It makes me despise My eyes. None of it matters. And then, I can't feel anything either, I become APATHETIC, too. There's no way I can escape this cage Because this is REAL (Thank You)