what to write, what to write. 

I want to write, but i dont know for which purpose my writing should serve or which epiphanic insights I should reveal to the world. God, do I wish I had a bigger vocabulary. 

I could offer discourse on … well a lot of stuff. It’s finding that one unique point I want to make in each post and just expanding on it creatively, intelligently, and with such dexterity that people will actually want to read my shit. I’m charming, I know; I like it like that. It’s called voice, and in my head, it sounds like something I’d want to hear. But maybe that’s just me. 

But I so insouciantly digress…

So. What’s the lesson on todays agenda? I would just hate to talk politics. I’m dreading the day I start ranting and raving on anything related to this godforsaken, yet somehow still god-blessed, country. So, in that regard, I can’t wait to talk politics. But I’m purposefully avoiding it because, well, it’s politics. 

I could talk about music, my internship, life in NYC, relationships/lack thereof, social issues, or fuck i could just practice telling stories. But until I can decide, you should read the new york times, or something. 

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