Thinking thinking thinking. A year of the lapse between proclaimed self esteem and (phucking) FACEBOOK wet dreams . . . a full relevant reverse of existentialism. I have a gift that stays cooped up and comes out in other wayzzz never positive other than with pen. The cliche if not now; when?
I love(d) writing and now I try for the millionth and a half time to get these juices from concentrate flowing again. Bare with me world. Bear with me world. My knife is sharp and I plan to entice the world with a mirepoix of verbiage. This kid needs a release.
Love the dog,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.
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