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it’s weird, i’ve been writing in the box room for over a year, only seeing the apple mac displays and aesthetics... but now, to decrease noise pollution in the house in an attempt to not disturb the cats asking for treats... i took out a dusty laptop with a windows’ formatting... and already i feel like i’m re-writing dostoyevsky’s notes from the underground... the whole oddity of it is pedantically exhilarating: plus i saved wolfmother’s debut on this machine, and trentemøller’s into the great wide yonder. this is a typical biography of poets these days: a. gained an b/a from michigan university in english /     gained an m/a from stanford university (also in english) b. teaches creative writing at night school c. has some prize in literature reduced to trophy handling     akin to sports' trophies, although got the prize without the "team talk" of motivationalist macho-ism and buttock spanks... d. divides his / her time between paris chicago & london      (rich parents i guess) but there’s hardly a gritty biography so mundane it would make people weep: a. educated... yes b. self-educated after crap education... yes c. got a really cool triangular badge     by being in the elite of those learning to cycle     (when in primary school)... yes d. divides his time between the box room, his bedroom      and the living room, ****** in the garden      too lazy to creep the stairs while the whiskey river flows      through the oesophagus valley.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
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it’s weird, i’ve been writing in the box room for over a year, only seeing the apple mac displays and aesthetics... but now, to decrease noise pollution in the house in an attempt to not disturb the cats asking for treats... i took out a dusty laptop with a windows’ formatting... and already i feel like i’m re-writing dostoyevsky’s notes from the underground... the whole oddity of it is pedantically exhilarating: plus i saved wolfmother’s debut on this machine, and trentemøller’s into the great wide yonder. this is a typical biography of poets these days: a. gained an b/a from michigan university in english /     gained an m/a from stanford university (also in english) b. teaches creative writing at night school c. has some prize in literature reduced to trophy handling     akin to sports' trophies, although got the prize without the "team talk" of motivationalist macho-ism and buttock spanks... d. divides his / her time between paris chicago & london      (rich parents i guess) but there’s hardly a gritty biography so mundane it would make people weep: a. educated... yes b. self-educated after crap education... yes c. got a really cool triangular badge     by being in the elite of those learning to cycle     (when in primary school)... yes d. divides his time between the box room, his bedroom      and the living room, ****** in the garden      too lazy to creep the stairs while the whiskey river flows      through the oesophagus valley.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
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