I wrote something fucking BRILLIANT on paper the other night - the first time i've done anything of the sort in a long long time.
my little man wants to read my blog and i said "you can't. the only person who can see my blog is my friend, lizo."
he asked why.
because, if i'm going to articulate my interior monologue, i can't have just anyone knowing what is in my head. And thus, perhaps you are a piece of my consciousness personified. you certainly know more about my inner workings than anyone else on this earth.
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I hear ya, buddy.
I wrote something fucking BRILLIANT on paper the other night - the first time i've done anything of the sort in a long long time.
my little man wants to read my blog and i said "you can't. the only person who can see my blog is my friend, lizo."
he asked why.
because, if i'm going to articulate my interior monologue, i can't have just anyone knowing what is in my head. And thus, perhaps you are a piece of my consciousness personified. you certainly know more about my inner workings than anyone else on this earth.
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