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12:12 p.m. - 2006-11-17 "Creation comes before distribution--or there will be nothing to distribute." Ayn Rand I think I try for that letter to a friend... [Here's the bulk of that letter] I've just moved in with a phenomenal surrealist artist who is also a self-taught guitarist of great caliber. Also joining us in this house is a guy who styles himself a poet who is also a wonderful pianist. They are working on a book together of poetry and art. They are also attempting to open a nightclub. James, the artist, said last night that if all goes well with their club, that I will also reap the bennefits. I don't see how I'd be any less invisible as one of their employees. In addition to them being so full of talent, they both have had more sexual conquests than I probably will ever have. James has brought home three different women within the three weeks I have lived here. He's also the guy who for six years dated the first girl I ever had sex with after she dumped me. I feel so very insignificant. I could try to bolster myself by penning more poetry, but years of military service seem to have stunted my creativity. My works would probably just sound like immitations of Aaron's anyways since the poetry of his that I have read sounds so much like mine. That's all I seem to be: an immitation. � � |