looking out my window wanting to be a part of it but then contemplating exact thoughts immediately. what i want is to write like arturo bandini. the swaying of his sense seen through first person easy fashion without trying though psychologically feeling failure. all at once i want to, or ....
then i felt a little tired and it´s not because i was working hard being that Ive never been good with tremendous effort. there are days when weight lifts over me and that's as far as an explanation goes. i felt an urge to get indiscriminately drunk and within my fingers tingle i was open... being ready means to flood full force i´m stampeding to his house knocking on the door --- i owned the entire miami. it took five tries to get any attention and i stumbled a few words together magnificently.
¨look here! you know what i do i take this little book with me and i hold it real tight pretending that i wrote everything inside it¨
don't discriminate so hard, at first i wasn't aware of where anything was going. tendencies confuse readers. loosing habits means gaining charm.
you know you're in the middle of the real deal when you notice they still love you after you've poured an entire bad mood over their heads, including a bottle of water- coming from your mouth not just a virtual public humiliation but the real deal. when you feel alright and they do too you know its something special so lets commemorate it. . they see nothing but the sun shining through your ass.. that's the real kind of love I'm telling you. it feels so sweet.
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