novel: Apr. 22, 2002 (9:54 pm)

i've been sleepy all day and it's only monday.

i bought a bukowski book today and i can't believe my writing has been fucking imitating him even though i've never read. the repetition, loose autobiographical prose. it's not so wonderful when i think about it, but there's something i like about it. it's just the way i think. he confuses me because sometimes he has tv, and sometims he doesn't, an sometimes he has a wife, and sometimes he has whorish girls.

so that was my day.

excitement over some non-existant as far as i know person.

how novel.

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