Poets and writers drink more intensely. Smoke more intensely. Worship God more intensely. Poets and writers fuck more intensely. Poets and writers give more willingly-- spilling the alphabetical marrow of their souls out into the albino sonogram of hope that is the page, hoping some stranger whom he or she has never before met turns to his crafted syllables in time of dire need and somehow finds solace, finds laughter finds a friend.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Completely exhausted....
Just rolled into town. Haven't slept much in the past two days. So many stories to sprinkle over the keyboard......
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!!!David!!!! is the best and everyone on the entire internet knows it, including the frequent visitors of this blog! (-;
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