Stick to Writing

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I was never really lost.
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I was never really lost. Just stuck in ground believing. If what I got was respite, I've paid for it seven fold. The chains slipped somewhere in Alabama where I tagged the wall of a Waffle House and got stuck with a muppet and the hand up her ass. Stick to writing. Is that image burned into your brain? Get it out! All men are the same. When I hit the road again, that face will land everywhere I stop. If I stop. I can hold my pee for a long time. Freedom comes with the burdens of decision. I'm making mine backwards and leaving a trail of slime across old places. I don't want that. Please let go of my hand. Nobody hears. Belly laughs and erectile dysfunction. I bet wrong that none of you have been where I have. Things look askew and unfixable, like a screw without a head. Keep telling yourself, in the grand scheme, nothing matters. Poison ivy spreads. Black is black.

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