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The Future Of Me Here

I been writing like a mad man and had my works passport get stamped in multiple countries . Australia,  Italy , Germany , England, Indiana . Okay Indiana was more a state run mental institution but I was published there none the less and I liked finger painting graham crackers and crazy women so probs to them. I mean I didn't want to visit there or anything no offense but im not a big fan off fields and chainsaw art . I stayed busy flask in pocket and my mind constantly towards the page . I had gained respect but still I always found my way home . For better or worse Hello has been the house that me and few other writers built I was here from day one i'm the flaw you just can't hide . Everyone's favorite black sheep and all around lovable train wreck. My place was permanent . Like me or hate me you couldn't ignore me . Well you could try but I usually won people over or annoyed them to the point of blocking me and joining the witness relocation program but enough about my past relationships . I was taking some time off from three months straight of chasing publication. I posted a write at this place I called home for so many years . It was solid as a brick shit house . Then some kid posted a write that was total shit but had a pic of her cleavage in the restroom mirror . It trended in two seconds had a bunch of horny bastards telling lies in vague hopes to see more . I knew the ship wasn't sinking it long since met its demise on the icy dark oceans floor . You just can't compete with boobies. I set my sails to the closest port . I would share some drinks and maybe see some familiar faces . I believe a pirate is better suited to roam than be food for the crabs . My future is in the wind not lost within the depths . Stay crazy hope are ships pass in the night . And if ever we find ourselves in the same port . First rounds on you . Never sit and wait for decay on any level will consume you . Stay crazy Gonz
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john-patrick-robbins-aka-gonzo
American
Published
Jan 4, 2018
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#humor#truths#writing#publication#poetry#boobies#gonz#art
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