BAYNTE SINGKO. By this time i would have (1) made my first billion, (2) contemplated on the terms for the latest world cup-winning sports yatch, (3) accepted my first nomination for acting, directing, and producing a heartwarming, life-changing, coming-of-age, slightly harder-than-soft-porn, period, epic film, (4) purchased Tagbilaran, and (5) gave grants to my impoverished, striving Kaka fellows.
but the quarter of a century of uneventful struggle yielded nothing but doodles of a childish dream and excess syllables for metered poems.I learned: there is not an extra dime from measerbaly writing failed loves-- or pubertal fantasies-- to rub my last coin with.
what i have by now are only plots for sacharine prose, cliched in their universality. those that produce stories that already come--oh, well-- a dime and a dozen.
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If, in living, one finds no satisfaction, what should one do?
eat some more?
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