This damn blog has just become the ultimate exercise in self-censorship. It was erected prematurely and now it can't.... problems:
1. I have in it, no more outlet
2. I AM a fucking outlet.
S, our lives run so parallel, no wonder we go years without crossing paths. Yeah, there's enough content for three lifetimes and at least four portfolios and now it's time to edit or it will all be worth zilch, like this combination Megaphone Muzzle. Kangaroo Keyboard.
Epiphany: Everything takes two years.
Everything else takes ten years.
Even mathematically speaking, very few sums are simply their parts.
Magic is an example of more.
Censored diatribe is an example of less.
I am sick of being sick.
And having the curtains drawn, obscuring infinity.
1. I have in it, no more outlet
2. I AM a fucking outlet.
S, our lives run so parallel, no wonder we go years without crossing paths. Yeah, there's enough content for three lifetimes and at least four portfolios and now it's time to edit or it will all be worth zilch, like this combination Megaphone Muzzle. Kangaroo Keyboard.
Epiphany: Everything takes two years.
Everything else takes ten years.
Even mathematically speaking, very few sums are simply their parts.
Magic is an example of more.
Censored diatribe is an example of less.
I am sick of being sick.
And having the curtains drawn, obscuring infinity.
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