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Been a while. Sorry. More to me than to you. Just because. I want so much to be able to do this more often. And maybe I ought to. Get the creative juices flowing again. It helps. This does. This journal of randomness. And I used to write all the time. And then FB. And everything else stopped. I don't know why really. It's easier? Everyone is there? Shorter and quicker? More about the immediate than the true nature of reality? Or maybe because I got tired of staring at a blank page and wondering what to say?
Fat chance of that! I always have something to say. Political, ideological, terrifying, or just plain outrageous. Sometimes even repulsive and revolting. God willing!
"If she echoes a sentence again to me like she owns me, I'm going to withdraw myself from this world of letters. Or maybe just erase hers."
What was I saying again? Maybe someone will quote that.
Anyway, it's way too late and I'm up reading a new gentleman's story and stuff. Lovely really.
Tired and late and sleep calleth.
Goodnight.
Fat chance of that! I always have something to say. Political, ideological, terrifying, or just plain outrageous. Sometimes even repulsive and revolting. God willing!
"If she echoes a sentence again to me like she owns me, I'm going to withdraw myself from this world of letters. Or maybe just erase hers."
What was I saying again? Maybe someone will quote that.
Anyway, it's way too late and I'm up reading a new gentleman's story and stuff. Lovely really.
Tired and late and sleep calleth.
Goodnight.