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.

15th July 2010

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the road always taken

They told me to get out of my own head. It’s too dark in here to find the exit. No illuminated red signals, no road signs pointing the path to freedom. I’m the trinket rodent in an eternal wheel spin. Sustenance dwindled… I’ll probably die in here. I love you all.

Introspective:
Cry it all out, tortured soul. Think of the unfortunate situations around you; you’re richer in your own understanding. They also said you’re the reason things mesh; the hardware stand to the snare drum beating its bastard song.

Response from the agony attic:
I’m still here, burning.