Planning now to pursue tempered ambitions. I am moving, keeping the job. There is packing and reorganizing to be done, a job to procure, pictures to paint, money to be earned, friends to love, strangers to fuck, goals, written in my mind, to be brought forward to this reality, items to sell and repair, la la la life goes on.Weary of grinding poverty and the charity of strangers, I search solutions in the recesses of my skill set. I develop a personality that is not me, but a mask I wear to navigate the outside world.
Half-truth is simple, dancing between the half-light of moon shadows.
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