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Today I decided that one day my dreams will come true. Bravo journalism bravo. They are insane! This reverse propagation of anti-govt sentiments. This country is too exciting to live in for emigration (until I need to buy a home)
Today I also have my best friend love me too much. And when I am happy and loved and well, I usually cannot write.
Also, M is immensely disgusted that I am growing up.
And sometimes I get disgusted too
Today I also have my best friend love me too much. And when I am happy and loved and well, I usually cannot write.
Also, M is immensely disgusted that I am growing up.
And sometimes I get disgusted too
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I will not forgive
you terrible terrible
curse
why why why
why
you terrible terrible
curse
why why why
why
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Tell her I love her
She will believe if she hears it from anybody but me
She will believe if she hears it from anybody but me
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A real response to the NAC and MAP initiative
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You ask what I seek to achieve. You ask for a detailed literary proposal of the goals I seek to accomplish. You seek that I produce what you ask for. Your objective is to ensure the “sustained development of emerging Singapore creative talents writing in etc”
“PROPOSED WORK TO BE DEVELOPED”
“…ILLEGIBLE OR INCOMPLETE APPLICATIONS WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED.”
In bold, for extra emphasis.
Lines, lines, bold.
I cannot decide anymore which words are important, and which are not. Should I only pay attention to the words that are in bold? There are too many words that are in bold. It is glaring, like the Sun. And we are never able to look at the sun. Still, I am expected to read it, to have my little eyes pierce through the unyielding glare. Strangely, little by little, I see what you are trying to do. Your demand is commendable, your application vulgar. Only with an application form, you have embolden me.
I hope you find the right artists for your objectives
Sincerely
“PROPOSED WORK TO BE DEVELOPED”
“…ILLEGIBLE OR INCOMPLETE APPLICATIONS WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED.”
In bold, for extra emphasis.
Lines, lines, bold.
I cannot decide anymore which words are important, and which are not. Should I only pay attention to the words that are in bold? There are too many words that are in bold. It is glaring, like the Sun. And we are never able to look at the sun. Still, I am expected to read it, to have my little eyes pierce through the unyielding glare. Strangely, little by little, I see what you are trying to do. Your demand is commendable, your application vulgar. Only with an application form, you have embolden me.
I hope you find the right artists for your objectives
Sincerely
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He used to call me the 2am writer. Nowadays we are about four hours late. Today we discussed music. He says there are two types of musicians: the technically proficient and the emotionally invested. I say that for me there is only one. I usually like my musicians crazy as I like my poets mad
recently I also feel like I'm part of an insane story with a terribly tragic plot
and why must a be an before a vowel? An owl. A universe. what does the vowel has against n to warrant him be there? must be the same thing mathematicians have against x
don't answer my questions
i don't care for your knowledge more than i care about mine
recently I also feel like I'm part of an insane story with a terribly tragic plot
and why must a be an before a vowel? An owl. A universe. what does the vowel has against n to warrant him be there? must be the same thing mathematicians have against x
don't answer my questions
i don't care for your knowledge more than i care about mine
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624am: getting worried I might get used to this
They keep asking me what I do all night
But what I do is only to count the hours away
So many many years ago, and again
627am: about the time I used to wake up for school
Memories keep moving further, backwards
Sunrise
About any time now
They keep asking me what I do all night
But what I do is only to count the hours away
So many many years ago, and again
627am: about the time I used to wake up for school
Memories keep moving further, backwards
Sunrise
About any time now