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reteaching myself artithmatic variables and integers and invisible numbers no longer the wallet or the will to return to university instead resilient effort of comprehending without hand and now I can feel the ethic in the space resting between the cap of my pen and my curling lip. feeding on knowledge sustiaining dissatisfied soul. maybe, im just fuckin' tired of being an artist.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
drop out, be an artist
reteaching myself artithmatic variables and integers and invisible numbers no longer the wallet or the will to return to university instead resilient effort of comprehending without hand and now I can feel the ethic in the space resting between the cap of my pen and my curling lip. feeding on knowledge sustiaining dissatisfied soul. maybe, im just fuckin' tired of being an artist.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
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