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The Truth About David |
Monday, February 7
If not, then the writer definitely is. I cannot begin to describe the feeling of staring at my blog wondering where all my inspiration went. I mean, I vaguely remember my old blog and all posts that resided there, but this does not help me. Nothing really helps me write. I cruise around the net and come back here, stare, and then cruise. Rinse and repeat. It's not like I was the greatest writer on the net to begin with but I didn't suck. There was some creativity to my shit, some spark. I feel like I'm typing under water on most days. Very sad-ass. Very get over myself-ish. I'm glad, at this point, none of my once regular readers are here to read this muck. THAT would really upset me. | |
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Getting fondled by the hand of fate but still not pressing charges Who I be
Just a man, trapped in Yonkers and seeking understaning. Recent Rumblings
Waiting...for nothing Used to be Welcome to borderline Tired of mass graves If I could Her place Take two... GoHere:
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