just writeBlank pages are intimidating because everything's been said one way or anotherI want to share my mind with you – the abstract easy term referring to no one in particular(and by that I mean everyone)on the page in the world.I've been reading beat poetry and I'm not ondrugs but my mind is this mass and it's got chemicals. They're not illegal but maybe if I bottledthem. Safety caps don't protect you from yourself Teenage suicide is so goddamn overdone I think I'llkill myself at seventy just for some originality – suffer a heart attack in mid air. I'll stop in two pagesno matter what, No matter what the world will endEra
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(That means I am struck speechless by your superior intelligence.)