probably spend more time thinking about the way words sound than the content of my sentences. it’s the matter they’re made up of. my words are an ink blot test and what they mean to you is way more telling as to the person you are than whatever the fuck i said. i’m just a canvas, these are just shapes. its not that i have good intentions, i just don’t intend at all. so let me be, would you. because without all of this, without you, without him. i’d have nothing to fill my brain with but elegant ellipses and hard i sounds. you’re part of the diaspora, doesn’t matter how the fuck you pronounce it.
unless you really are one, mastering an art is only a matter of figuring out the medium. for example. and don’t tell anyone this…
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