I won’t lie and say I’ve been writing lately. No matter how much I love the art of verbal deception. In truth I’ve been messing around with my cameras, staring at my typewriter with a mix of devotional eagerness and sad adoration; all the while toying with the idea of turning my cat into a harness-wearing adventurer and reading Harry Potter for the first time. ⁠
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Honestly, the subjects frothing at the forefront of my mind are those i wish only to avoid. Suppose the day has come when I can no longer avoid the inevitable; I have to admit to myself that becoming a 600lb pizza loving alcoholic, though tempting, won’t fix a damn thing. 
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Somebody out there told the world to write what scares you, or whatever is hard to put into words — needs to be written; something rather along those lines.⁠
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Deep down there isn’t much that scares me so much as my own poison. The way it ticks and tocks and clocks around like a lunatic in my veins. That’s the point I suppose, write what haunts you. The novel I finished…well I thought it would suffice long enough for me to write something completely different, you know, something not positively breaking and emotionally unyielding — but I fear that that is simply my given right. It is my lot, my consideration to write the words the rest of us wish not to hear — but must. I’ve spent the better part of recent months running from that. Circling around the corn hole like a drunken Spaniard. 
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So last night I pulled out my latest submission and started once again to bleed. I scratched at an open wound that I now know, was never supposed to close. ⁠
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