To be a writer, you have to jump, and expect the heavens to catch you, don’t be concerned whether it makes sense, your emotions, the spirits that fill your cup, just write it, and watch as the stars arrange it, each whim and fancy, put it on paper, just write it, you must understand, we are but the pens, the moon sways, and the tide rises, we simply express the story they’re writing, beneath the world, under the foliage of the trees, and the great mountain peaks, worms wriggling, get your hours in, a holy light shines, your daughter’s panties, a voice for the heavens…

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