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We flung paint off brushes, squeezed it out of syringes, and popped balloons full of the stuff. It was a beautiful mess.
I’ve recently become very intrigued by spoken word poetry, specifically slam poetry.
Last week I was part of a band that performed five songs in front of a packed house.
I don’t think I’ve written fiction since highschool.
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