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I've written millions of things all my life. Is someone accumulated everything I've ever written it would be this HUGE pile of paper and ink... and then you say, who cares really? I mean I write and I write and so what, one day I'll be gone and some poor fella will be going through my stuff to see what they're gonna keep and what they're gonna throw away. And they'll find all this written stuff, diaries and lyrics for songs that never got composed, or did but no-one heard'em. It's strange... for people to know you only through your writing. Like all those famous writers that people praise, and they were actually pretty weird people, islolated from their repsective societies. Thankfuly I'm not weird or isolated (at least I hope so), but then again I'm not a good writer. I guess it's one or the other. And then there is a sort of middle way, which is for ordinary people who lead ordinary lives and go unnoticed throughout history.
I don't know, man. I guess I'm writing about all the stuff that I can't talk about to the people i know
I don't know, man. I guess I'm writing about all the stuff that I can't talk about to the people i know