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to-day, as i was getting off the el-train, a trio of frat boys decided to loudly discuss how i look like shit and need new shoes and clothes. i know i look like shit. i did not need your comments to show me the light, nor will your comments give me the money to purchase the items i need.
i like ernest hemingway... i mean i really like ernest... a lot. by that i mean he was a brilliant writer, and i have a homosexual attraction to him. he was hot all the way up until he looked like a grandpa. i read "the snows of kilimanjaro" to-day. it almost made me want to put the drinking on hold until i do something with my art.
i like ernest hemingway... i mean i really like ernest... a lot. by that i mean he was a brilliant writer, and i have a homosexual attraction to him. he was hot all the way up until he looked like a grandpa. i read "the snows of kilimanjaro" to-day. it almost made me want to put the drinking on hold until i do something with my art.