Young Artists alternative lit scene devastated by arrival of new writer who writes beautiful descriptions of things that do not exist solely inside his head.
my manic and sad and aware monologue about how i feel about my relationship with my friend and how important making money seems, and also the vague sense that i exist somewhere, probably on a city street.
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