This prose will not be brilliant.

i’m asunder.

do write even if i have nothing of value to say?

writing for write’s sake.

I miss you when we’re apart, sweet bloggy.

what shall I say to soothe the swelling in my soul to share?

do i describe the apathy required to exist in this current hateful world?

i’ll spare you.

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Being born and raised in the south should have made me more inbred and less tolerant, but something went wrong in the grand scheme of these damned rebels. I am; brutally honest, a bad driver with a record to prove it, a connoisseur of stand-up comedy, the eldest child, an aware procrastinator, semi-sweet, the result of my mother losing her virginity, easily excitable, a lover of music, a pretty shit liar, late to any event no matter what, myself without apology.

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