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Jamais Vu

“My relationship with reality is far from tenacious, therefore I don’t really hope anything. I’m not even sure if or why I’m participating in the whole ordeal in the first place. But I also don’t ponder it. Except for when I contemplate suicide.

That’s when my feelings begin to reel. Do you ever hope that you’re dead, strange voice?”

A considerable period of silence passed before the cryptically attractive voice responded to my response and answered my inquiry.

“No. I don’t habitually hope I am dead, because it is something far too easily accomplished to waste any time hoping for, I mean, just grab a knife motherfucker, put the dream to bed, eat a dick!” He began to sob.

I hung up.

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I am so incredibly driven it's almost overbearing. All I do is art.

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