Oooh you're a naughty mess

the idea of perfection is absurd/ striving for it is, in a sense, laudable and will yield profitable results (whilst one cannot reach it, striving thereto will produce work of some degree of quality)/ but i sadden/ i have been a shameless perfectionist and waster by turns/ i found waster a more comfortable instantiation of myself, though doing nothing is certainly no easy task/ it requires an enormous amount of application/earlier today i considered applying myself/ i have a natural love of literature and reading over some of my old work speculated it could have been far better/ far far better/ i concede there is some merit in some of my past efforts/ however i could do, indeed could have done, so much better/ and so i shall/ attaining a first in philosophy required some degree of application initially, but once i'd 'broken the back of it' i found acute pleasure in reading hegel, platon et al/ an understanding of form is essential/ i loathe those who simply write poetry in a vague imitation of what they've read/ mastering form is a great part of the joy of learning and practicing literature or poetry/and thus i shall work at mastering the craft, if such a phrase means anything...