The cauliflour surprise was good, I don’t know about the surprise. Maybe if I’d made it I’d've liked it more. Maybe next time they’ll make me open my eyes and the afro beat keeps kicking. Today I wrote and typed for 4 hours and I’m pretty sure I hate the end result. And maybe thats why I’m spurting out angry remarks or maybe its just the pops in all of us. WIP!
The Teller
I'm nothing like this in real time, I'm nothing like what I want to be and I don't know what I want to be. I can tell you the difference between life and art and I can scream your name if thats what you please. I'm not a big fan of this, I watch too much tv and rarely read the last page of novels or novelettes. You interest me.
I examine the meaning of dreams, lifes follies, and what my heart tells me.
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