Relying on the
internet to bring you words
seems awfully lame.
And it is.
I have dreams of
publishing
of handing out my words
with cups of
confetti
on the streets of small bustling
cities. They'll
have walls filled with
laughing
people. The kind of
humans
who
know how to live. This
is where I see myself in
a fast forwarded time span.
When paper becomes
precious.
Just you wait.
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