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so come to think of it, I havent eaten in five days wondering what kindof crap im going to get myself in this time, the older I get the grayer I become, my friends hate me more and more with my aging but that’s okay ive got lots of things to write about as I get grayer like tarzan

unnecessary dead

coming along the nicely mowed lawns who wants to cut my yard, i said he was wrong, but to suggest anything that is surrealist is crazy so yesterday i went to a writing workshop and i helped other people and i took a short story to get critiqued(sic) and my luck was that i had two people give me feedback on my story, either it was not liked or they didnt know what to say, i showed up with a real story and sometimes people dont know how to respond to art when it is right in front of them, this is what i am reduced to, i am lightyears ahead of my time and i just have to accept it, my critics will be in the future, in the future i will be able to describe and get feedback, or maybe it is just this town i live in, maybe i have to go to some literary town and find something out

say what

its been a while, but im reading and writing hoping to get published suckers, that i will do