An afternoonAnd then, there was the time when I was sitting on the grass outsideAn afternoon
underneath the cherry tree (sakura; no fruit, just blossoms).
It was December, the grass was lurid green and the sun was white hot to sting your eyes
and I had my journal and I tried to draw the house across the driveway.
Bevan I broke my writers blockIt was alright.Bevan I broke my writers block
I assure you, it was.
And Friday doesn’t matter Because I just can’t stand your hair.
You're a rock and roll suicide(You’re a rock and roll suicide.)You're a rock and roll suicide
Where am I? He thinks. This isn’t where I want to be. Nowhere ever is, except when
Typical humorous remark.
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He wants a cigarette but he doesn’t have any. How many times have I given up now? Maybe it’s all just withdrawal after all. He doesn’t feel like scabbing off somebody else. He drums his fingers on the table.
Somebody sneezes.
* * *
Waking up to another town on another faceless day. We’re a busload of little black clouds being carted around aren’t we, four clockwork dolls who smile and play when you turn the
Devious Journal Entry
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Mm...prints.
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Jonathan
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Secondly, I need to address something you said in one of them.
"I feel so untalented now"
BULLSHIT!
I dont care how you feel. I read your stuff, and I love it. I see lots and lots of great things, so start feeling talented, dammit!
Haha, seriously, I only commented on some of your pieces, but I adored practically all of them. Please keep up the great work, I can't wait to read more.
Thanks again
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"Wear that mask until you love it ... And then die in it."
- I guess I found my Iron Mask
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