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I am a Political Writer
MadCasey
Male/United States
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Last Visit: 78 weeks ago
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you had better upload much. it only requires innumerable hours of dedicated solitude and a desire to be accepted by imaginary peers. sometimes it can be lucrative, say, if said imaginary peers are richmen and willing to trade electronic, imaginary dollar bills via the high seas of the energy waves that connect these pixels to your eyeballs. sometimes it can be fruitless, when nobody watches what you do and you think about running off to a material city full of underappreciated art so that people can know what you mean when you say 'scumbags' outloud.
mostly, "its cold in the winter, hot in the summer, It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of: Goddamn it, Joe, you’ve got to be kind!"
that's right, joe.
i left it in for comedic value.
there are no errors here.
because there is no editing.
-- I dig my toes into the sand The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds Strewn across a blue blanket I lean against the wind, Pretend that I am weightless And in this moment I am happy....happy
you had better upload much. it only requires innumerable hours of dedicated solitude and a desire to be accepted by imaginary peers. sometimes it can be lucrative, say, if said imaginary peers are richmen and willing to trade electronic, imaginary dollar bills via the high seas of the energy waves that connect these pixels to your eyeballs. sometimes it can be fruitless, when nobody watches what you do and you think about running off to a material city full of underappreciated art so that people can know what you mean when you say 'scumbags' outloud.
mostly, "its cold in the winter, hot in the summer, It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of: Goddamn it, Joe, you’ve got to be kind!"
that's right, joe.
i left it in for comedic value.
there are no errors here.
because there is no editing.
Max
:my gallery... [link] :
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I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind,
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy....happy
I wish you were here...
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