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The site had the following in the homepage, "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." I noticed that the web site stated " We Drink Bubbly Things at the Windmill Park." They also stated " I just finished packing my suitcase. Tomorrow I leave Texas and fly back to Boston to begin the second half of college. Where do I begin? Even as I write this I find myself not being completely transparent. Erasing certain words, not wanting to portray exactly how I fee."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success. 8220;Now that I am getting into my dotage, I look on the dark side of everything. Cursed old age, thou art only worthy of dwelling in hell. It is an honour to sign myself as your esteemed Doctor,.
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Making sense of this thing that exists. The Power of Two Realities. So there I lay, with this stiff brick-baby in the wrong part of my belly, writhing and fearful. I wondered how high the pain would escalate before someone would intervene. The absurdity, the relief, the questions. Why am I not strumming a banjo? Stealing money from an unsuspec.
Sunday, November 29, 2015. Eyes took da frames off. Like a million foreigners wit no days off. Wanna know what love is. But hesitant in da trade off. Laugh about da shit wit dey constituents about what dey. Hoping hard work you put in. Bounce back like round ball. Was outnumbered like a meeting at a town hall. Even tho cats only wanna see ya. Kind like her damn Cinco de Ma. Better disperse when this pen in. Still humble on da low.