soon it's going to rain and my roses will drown (lagarto_doce) wrote,
soon it's going to rain and my roses will drown


caracollective: how long will it take this single
monkey brain
to write some poetry
if I cannot spare a thousand years
and have but one typewriter

iamado r r r k: dude go away

caracollective: I'm sorry, it would be much appreciated if you were nice sometimes.

caracollective: obviously not, you're only out for yourself and any hedonistic adventure that will feed your ego

caracollective: some do art for others, some art art themselves, thou art what?

caracollective: life is merely inspiration... the average person grabs an aspiring for a headache, the writer grabs a pen, the artist his brush and the musician his notes

caracollective: and i am juggling all three

caracollective: happily

iamado r r r k: haha

caracollective: whereas simple minds delight only in the juggling, i delight in that which i embrace beyond that

iamado r r r k: i dont fucking care, why are u telling me

iamado r r r k: justify yourself by yourself

iamado r r r k: u dont know your audience

caracollective: because im writing right (write) now. and i am merely using this window as a window to embellish what i see through that same window. the glass also helps reflect

iamado r r r k: why the fuck are u talking to me like that, stop trying to prove yourself right now

iamado r r r k: GO AWAY

caracollective: nothing to prove

iamado r r r k: GO THE FUCK AWAY

iamado r r r k: go away

caracollective: i dont seek to get anywehre in life, but where i am ... i may be moving but my destination is always the same spot. the same point is where i want to be. it doesnt much matter being anywhere else or where you are going.

iamado r r r k: yeah. u stagnant bitch.
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