I just want to watch all the sci-fi movies ever...and write until I have it in my palms, control of that one pen...the one I've been searching this earth for, the flowing and gently stabbing end somehow like a ball-point but rather, almost a Uni-Ball.
If only my writing commanded the attention of an abomination, as I said I created with someone else's song! Not Unsane's, but that of a guitarist brother. Well, unless he says it's less insane than I think it is, it will remain hidden. Of course, David Grom knows...if he's checked his bloody email recently.
/ok.
Ha!
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