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We’re supposed to find something to focus on, a release of our thirst for blood. Mine is writing. Others are less lucrative. You know Paris Hilton? She’s one of us.

I write on an online community under the name of Oy. I won’t tell you which one, for fear that if I do, my one safe haven will be compromised. Suffice to say, it’s a reboot.

I live in a nice little apartment in the Bronx. It is bare except for my laptop and a beanbag chair. We don’t need to eat.

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  1. Avatar ernmander

    Lovely insight, I do like.

  2. Avatar Fyora Cartagan

    This is so cool.

    I wish I had the urge to write as much as this. I just want to write, I just don’t have the urge behind it.

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It is coming, that itchy feeling in my fingers always precedes it. That feeling, that always precedes the release. The release… of idea...

It is coming by Oy

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