Friday, January 31, 2025

 i wouldn't consider myself a prolific writer i just have

so many thoughts in my head that i need an outlet for.

my wrist doesnt move fast enough for me to write

everything down, as much as i try. i fill notebooks faster

than i go through vapes. i listen to music while i write

so i can write at the rhythm of a rhythmless song, but

sometimes the words get in the way. life is a barbecue

tattooed on someones arm, im sure it has a meaning to

him but i'm just jealous he has a tattoo and i dont.

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