rocket man
April 18, 2010
Happiness wrings whatever is left of creativity from my soul. I suppose my impetus to write is heartache, soul-wrenching pain and other various emo-esque reasons. What do I have left seeing as I’m reasonably happy? In anycase, I have to write more often ++ read more. It has come to a point where I can’t even string a 4 sentence paragraph together without major backspacing, copy-cut-pasting and other various editing-esque reasons.
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