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I’ve had trouble writing all throughout this trip you’d think in London, an unfamiliar and wild place, I would find inspiration in everything but alas, I have found none writing has become so integral to my life that I sense changes, in myself, when I cannot make them a man puts a bag above me my sister twiddles her thumbs women too old or too pretty for me are everywhere but two perfect ones are in the next section up my hand writing is messy it’s warm in here it’ll be cold at 30,000 feet why can’t I write about all of that? I get angry or annoying when I can’t write I sometimes put bars on my I’s sometimes not I tell everyone else my thoughts my friends, my family, my mom, my dad, my sister, my hobo on the street, my anything else but the page yet the page is the only one that doesn’t go “shush” a lady texts someone was working below the toilet I’ve got a **** week ahead the exit sign is interesting to me my music speaks to me too much now a days I feel better the ink on the page smiles at me
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Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 7:13 AM UTC
the dead life
I’ve had trouble writing all throughout this trip you’d think in London, an unfamiliar and wild place, I would find inspiration in everything but alas, I have found none writing has become so integral to my life that I sense changes, in myself, when I cannot make them a man puts a bag above me my sister twiddles her thumbs women too old or too pretty for me are everywhere but two perfect ones are in the next section up my hand writing is messy it’s warm in here it’ll be cold at 30,000 feet why can’t I write about all of that? I get angry or annoying when I can’t write I sometimes put bars on my I’s sometimes not I tell everyone else my thoughts my friends, my family, my mom, my dad, my sister, my hobo on the street, my anything else but the page yet the page is the only one that doesn’t go “shush” a lady texts someone was working below the toilet I’ve got a **** week ahead the exit sign is interesting to me my music speaks to me too much now a days I feel better the ink on the page smiles at me
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Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 7:13 AM UTC
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