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Three big elements according to a friend. |
When it comes down, where the pen hits the paper, of these things my life consist; work and sex and poetry. Where the pen hits the paper is the power of ink and blood mixed together in a vibrant story. Of these things my life consist, according to a friend who is neither a fan nor an enemy, but a purveyor of truth. Work and sex and poetry, seem to be what make my world. What of faith and love? Words on paper are reality. |