And then

I remembered I wasn’t a poet. Ot a writer. Or a has been. Then I remembered I was never was a something something. Then I remembered I’m not that person. Fuck the words. Fuck that.

And then has no meaning. And then there was no more.

I lied.

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Newsprint design survivor taking a stroll through a connected world.

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