from crumpled notes


in spite of myself sometimes i just can't help loving being alive

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i had a boss once call me 'potty-mouth'

maybe because i thought i was rimbaud and refused to brush?

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i work as if there is no distinction between high art and low art

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there is no distinction between high art and low art

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again i ask: what is art, anyway

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a few of life's pleasures:

reading

bad movies

poetry

tattoos

house full of books

pals

family

love

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my favorite word is fuck

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my other favorite word is not named

it exists between yes and no