How to become a literary, a luminary, to know and feel a sparkling flash of purpose and sense of self? In college, I dreamt of becoming a big city fish. In New York, I'm finding that everyone's a piranha.
Are you selling these - they're beautiful!! Or did you just sell your soul - because something unholy must have happened for you to write well AND paint well AND draw well. You better not be attractive too.
Barely the definition of an adult, I'm trying to navigate through the city, the scenesters, the lackies, the lonely, and wondering if
I'll ever fit in.
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2 comments:
Hi inky,
Yes I did. On the weekends I moonlight as an art student--I'll keep posting more as they come (and as they get better--I hope!)
Are you selling these - they're beautiful!! Or did you just sell your soul - because something unholy must have happened for you to write well AND paint well AND draw well. You better not be attractive too.
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