ism
so art in this case refers to my writing. when i was in high school i wrote several chapters of a novel. a novel that was the parallel of my life. a novel that showed all my paranoia and mistrust actuated. the what if scenario. but time passed and i was never able to finish the project. juan pablo (who's really cool) recently showed interest in one of the chapters i had online. so i sent him what i had written. surprisingly he liked it. so i'm going to try to get back on top of it. so expect this blog to be now filled with random nothingness as i reach back deep into the unhappy, desperate, awkward, lonliness, heartache, fear, and weirdness that was my novel.ism.
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