Michael - 23 - New York
I pretend I'm a writer when I'm not pretending I'm a rockstar. Both of these things may or may not take place in front of the bathroom mirror.
You probably have no idea what my posts are about, and that's the way I like it. True art fails to yield to analysis.
Self-indulgent biography, attempt at humor, pseudo-intellectual Nietzsche quote, etc. etc. etc.
I pretend I'm a writer when I'm not pretending I'm a rockstar. Both of these things may or may not take place in front of the bathroom mirror.
You probably have no idea what my posts are about, and that's the way I like it. True art fails to yield to analysis.
Self-indulgent biography, attempt at humor, pseudo-intellectual Nietzsche quote, etc. etc. etc.
neverglades
My apologies, paradise, but the cogs started grinding years ago and it wouldn’t be long before I shifted into my own slot. That’s how the mighty machine was built to work; synapses may pass each other by, but no lasting connection can be made. We have no time for common mingling and conversation. There’s work to be done.
Like a puzzle putting itself back together, the pieces just fell into place. It’s a long drag but you’ve gotta start the race sometime. Tell those persistent old fossils to wait up for me and I’ll be back in the air like swine flu to finish what I started.
