Writing itself would seem to be… marginal to a vast, empty, unarticulated center called reality that was displaced more and more by it.
“It’s certain things you can only learn from a fistfight I used to use a toothbrush to keep my kicks white It mattered that much In hindsight, it seemed like someone else’s life”
billy woods | “Artichoke”
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