There is a time to stop reading.
A time to stop trying to write.
There is a time to kick the whole damned notion
of art, out on its whore ass…
....But I am still here.
leaning towards this machine.
And you.
there is a time. in Nothing ends
- Nov. 22, 2014, 11:31 p.m.
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