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sometimes i think the way i write is still too literal. i don't like it. but i have to record or else. it's not about abstractions, but some people can write like their soul's on the white page. the mind's not in the way. i like that. i hope i get there someday.
i ran to the stadium for a change of scenery. now i have to work through the night. set a deadline before the sun appears.
soundtrack: 1977 and late night radio.
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