id write more but theres never anything to really write that hasn't been written by my good old friend bukowski, or ginsberg, and i visit them sometimes but most of the times im too busy being like everyone else in suburbia, wrapped up in your own shit, consumed by the consumers, by yourself, by love, and hey, i'm okay with it all.
but other times i think i know i can do this, i know i can write the piece that makes me content. i don't want fame or money, i want something monumental that will get ideas flowing from others. something that can surpass time. this little blog is just for exercise for what i plan on doing but never really do. maybe one day, right? a girl can have the american dream, can't she?
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