Sunday, January 3, 2010

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sometimes i fell like. well. i dont know. i just feel. and the act of feeling is just. full of not knowing. and basically pregnant with potential. but i have no idea which way to go. or what to do. about anything ever. and. i dont write poetry. i just simply make transcripts of my incohereant thoughts. and thats it. theyre not poems. they are my exact thoughts. this is exactly whats going on through my brain right now. ITS NOT POETRY.

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