I will absorb it all. I will live the blues. I will write to my heart's content. I will let it flow. I will be a portal. I will be alive. I will breathe, drink, and eat words. I will be a sponge. I will spit it all out again. I will regurgitate in my own way. I will bring something new, I promise. I will take it far.
I have nothing to lose.
Good-bye, for now.
It is time to go.
Laterz.
I hope that after I am dead, this blog will still be here. That would be great, wouldn't it?
Someday, someone will discover my writings, and I hope I don't let them down with all of my bulls**t, lol.
Granted, I am not the best writer, but I ain't the worst, either.
It's all in how you handle things.
Some people still think Cezanne is a crap painter, and that Kafka is a S**t writer, so it is hard to soak in just how stupid and ignorant some people are.
All I know is that I've looked at a lot of paintings by Cezanne, and have read a lot of the works of Kafka, and they are both fantastic, so f**k people. F**k all the hoity-toityness in the world, too. I will slay all that crap with a two-handed sword through heads.
I will do all this with words and images.
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