You just can’t do anything to make life better.
And there’s no point if this is only a purposeless struggle with no family to care for, no career, no prospects.
I can’t even adopt a dog, my existence is that tenuous.
I say this not for pity but to tell the world that the entertainment industry is more awful and evil than you can imagine so beware and do not let your kids go near it.
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My back hurts from this new-fangled standing desk notion.
A Greek city now in Turkey where preparing sheepskins as parchment was developed as a technique for making paper, which is now in essence wordpress, a virtual sheepskin, which evokes other things I realize and I don’t have a comment on that right now because I am trying to complete a disciplined assignment, to see if I can use Pergamum in a sentence but I am already done with that thought, that’s how fickle my brain has become lost in the virtual wilderness of thinking of what might have been.
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Into my soul
But we keep getting diverted
Because while I am channelling Bukowski one night late in downtown L.A., I set up pings that I don’t really know-how to undo.
And so I wrote something
My new book
And I can’t even find it
Which is funny
And I hate this feeling
I want to say
I think I stumbled
Upon your word like a
T weedle see
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