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I've been telling my bro about quitting writing for some time now. lol. last year was the worst year. I got only around 150$ for the whole year royalty. I mean, how do you think I can survive? better I back into being a waiter. anyway, I wrote an artist statement, a requirement for a residency, a short piece about my impartiality view in being a writer, and how nihilism is the drive and my apolitical stance because you know, I don't see the need to change the social structure (though I realize writing is always political anyway). and how I perceive myself as a conduit. I had such massive fun writing that statement and I really liked it.

I didn't get the residency tho. so sad, but I'm very proud, at least I'm being honest and true to myself. who am I kidding, we need to be very political now! but I refuse the idea and it's my politic.

Sabine said, since I'm a creative person so I need to think a lot of things and to transfer that into something (like now), Claudia said I'm not allowed to lose the faith, and my bro said he'd still be my bro even I decided to sell cheesecake. but please picture me in the weed, feet in the swing over the creek, I was high in the sky, are there still beautiful things? Sweet tea in the summer

Cross your heart, won't tell no other, And though I can’t recall your face, I still got love for you. And I've been meaning to tell you

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

And I think you should come live with me

And we can be pirates

Then you won't have to cry

Or hide in the closet

And just like a folk song

Our love will be passed on