the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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14:50 + 19.06.2007 = fly in the sugarbowl.
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if i put the pedal to the metal, i will have 8 new songs written, 3 new mixtapes-in-cdformat completed and all outstanding bills paid.
yeah...
"IF."
instead of finishing songs, i'm starting new ones.
instead of mixtaping, i'm inventing new salads.
instead of paying bills, i'm sending mum to the nearest larger-city to fetch me notebooks, pens and guitar strings.
and now that i finally have the house to myself [perfect get-shit done conditions]... some goddamn lackey carpenter is putzing around asking me questions as to what he should be fixing on mum's house.
...like i know.
...like i care.
shoo fly, you're bothering me.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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