Wednesday, February 23, 2005
I'm just going to post what I write and fuck it all to whoever reads it.
If I can't write then I'm not living and then its just not worth it. Stick me in a box cuz its over.
So I'm going to post.
Tonight I spent the evening drinking wine from a box in a kitchen. The one girl told us all about lesbian sex. In the car next door. Through the paper thin walls. On a train ride in Vienna.
It makes good press.
I guess.
Che Guevera was just a man. With an idea he believed in.
And I'm no revolutionary, but I know what I maybe can do and that is make something beautiful.
Just one thing maybe.
But even one is more than life.
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