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Lookee yonder comin'
comin down that railroad track
It's that orange blossom special,
bringin my baby back
With all technicalities in mind, I am Erica. But people generally call me whatever they want and I higly encourage this. The nicknames go on and on.
I get so restless.
I need to get the fuck out of this country, it's slowly sucking the will to live right out of me. I am tired, sore, uninspired. I have nothing to say and worse still nothing of consequence and worth to think.
Amuse Bouche
Duo of melon champagne soups with ricotta flan
Smoked...
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There is actually very little love.
Yes, you have talent.
If I am your toughest critic, know that I do not judge you as an amateur, but as a writer expecting to be primed for publication. And as often as I find bits to pick apart, there are equally as many gripping moments where all evaluating instincts are plunged into deep fathoms of...
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no hard feelings in the end.
Peace
Yes, you have talent.
If I am your toughest critic, know that I do not judge you as an amateur, but as a writer expecting to be primed for publication. And as often as I find bits to pick apart, there are equally as many gripping moments where all evaluating instincts are plunged into deep fathoms of...
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The truly great writer does not want to write: he wants the world to be a place in which he can live the life of the imagination. The first word he puts to paper is the word of the wounded angel: pain. The process of putting down words is equivelent to giving oneself a narcotic.
-Henry Miller
And who by fire, who by water,
who...
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Books are human actions in death
-Balzac
And I've been makin' promises I know I'll never keep.
One of these days I'm gonna leave you in your sleep.
I have to go when the whistle blows-
The whistle knows my name.
Baby, I was born on a train.
-The Magnetic Fields
I lay there like a floodlit ham, waiting for the axe to fall.
Where is this mythical book that I am...
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someday i'll finish the book i started. problem is, i can only write a lot when i'm discontent. as soon as i'm happy the creative juices coagulate. it's a rather double edged sword.
i haven't settled down long enough to read your writing yet.