Fuck these words from this cruel mouth. These sentences coming out of these folded hands. I feel like a wretched shyster. I never knew I could just create until someone told me to.
I can't live without writing. I can't lie without writing. I can't write without living and lying. Love love love.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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