Every thing has price, exspicide or emplyed. Every choice is the rejection of a nother. These are simple truths, but hard to live with.
The price of love, is the risk of heartbreak.
The price of Beauty is that you must live with others lust attached to you, and at times many will not look past it to see who live inside the beautiful flesh,
The price of living, is one day you too must die, and if you are lucky enough to live long you will see the best minds of your generation go febel.
The price of typing this note? Every word here is one that goes not in my new novel. Words that few will read and make me feel like I am yelling into a bucket. I also risk getting called on for my aughful spelling. But this dyslexic is stepping out of the closet. Fuck spell check.
Fuck Ms. Ford that bitch in second grade who told my mother with me stand there, that I was just not as bright as the other kids in the third grade.
Fuck those smug bastards who can name every writed of the frenchy renisance but never wrote a page themselves.
Ahhh that feels better... Back to writing.
The price of love, is the risk of heartbreak.
The price of Beauty is that you must live with others lust attached to you, and at times many will not look past it to see who live inside the beautiful flesh,
The price of living, is one day you too must die, and if you are lucky enough to live long you will see the best minds of your generation go febel.
The price of typing this note? Every word here is one that goes not in my new novel. Words that few will read and make me feel like I am yelling into a bucket. I also risk getting called on for my aughful spelling. But this dyslexic is stepping out of the closet. Fuck spell check.
Fuck Ms. Ford that bitch in second grade who told my mother with me stand there, that I was just not as bright as the other kids in the third grade.
Fuck those smug bastards who can name every writed of the frenchy renisance but never wrote a page themselves.
Ahhh that feels better... Back to writing.