truth
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Life’s full of bumps
Not sure what life is and you third worlders aren’t helping me. Spent an hour crying to the Universe confused on purpose like I ever got it to begin with. I see images I’m not sure I care for but still ponder them over time; I’m forced with burdens that…
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I’ve had nothing to say nor anything to do
So I won’t force it. Things come to mind but my hesitation on worthiness stops me from making it a physical piece. I’ve been spending my days doing things I consider nothing and this is how I plan to live my life. In a universe with nothing to do, I…
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Stream of consciousness #1
Are writers even writers anymore? Or do we try so hard to be? We write, yes we write, but why not without the claim to be? I can’t stand the title writer. Or the sense of being a certain person in particular. I write, oh yes I write, though do…
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As the days go by, I’ve been wondering what’s really out there for me
It may be egotistical to say, but I really do wonder what else is out there for me. I know there aren’t things out there specifically for me, but I know there are more things to explore. Since I was younger, I’ve always dreamt of moving to California. So here…
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I had come to California to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and at which I believed above all things, love. (My version of Moulin Rouge)
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