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the apathetic mumblings of r. james onofrey
What the Fuck Am I Doing?
“Your heart is my piñata.” -Chuck Palahniuk
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." -Ernest Hemingway
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." -Ernest Hemingway
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