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Follow Up - May 10

Tonight, I won’t write anything at all… I’m throwing in my quill,—who am I fooling?— I’m throwing in my keyboard, overruling my instinct for seriousness,—o how small and earnestly banal…/I mean!, the gall of an Artiste not sat at home drooling on their craft and crafting another grueling chef-d’œuvre,—Bah!—leave that to the alcohol!— —@-tack your ’s-periment__’n’|defend| mine own: for the[object]of this{subject} is Anihilating your nothingness. Yea! all this—and (, verily,) nothingless. Avoid a void?,your void—I“[-VOID-]”| perfect disdain,—no mask upon it to append.

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