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:: Monday, November 04, 2002 ::

you know, art is why i get up in the morning, but my definition ends there. it doesnt seem fair that i'm living for something i cant even define; and there you are in the meantime.

~as i hide behind these books i read, while scribbling my poetry, like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve. and i am never real; it is just a sketch of me. and everything i have made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.~

such a sucker for a sweet talker. such a sucker...
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