Five Hundred Twenty Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes -- how do you measure the accomplishments of your life; the hours wasted watching movies like RENT that bring tears to your eyes, and singing songs like Will I that make you wonder if you will indeed lose your dignity, or if anyone would care.
How do you count the times you've forgotten why you were writing in the first place, in the world of smoke and mirrors, coated in thick, black chemically inhanced tomato juice?
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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