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By C. Jake Williams. August 9, 2008
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Unfortunately a claer mind is rarely accompanied by cleer skin.
I must stress the stress which necessarily preceeds the bulb's flicker of the answer sought. Without the struggle, the question will not only remain unanswered but may soon become unremembered. Disrecalled. Nonreminiscable.
But then pores remains hidden. Flat. Tan. Tiny. Who wants a protrudence of red & white anyways?
Graduation is the culmination of years of studying and (unfortunately) partying and procrastinating and regretting. Culmination I said, but in more ovuh masturbation sense than with the creation of a beautiful painting. I've white in my hands but there's more mess left over than inspiration.
Now what?
Now where?
No how.
Never when.
I'm searching for the solution to the slop left behind, and that enquiry has not been short nor easy nay locally concentrated.
Exfoliate, rinse, repeat.
But I'm trying dad. I'm trying Real Hard to find the answer. Options have been discovered and alternatives discarded. Unforeseen routes illuminated by those least likely to advise on such matters.
Three doors stand in waiting for my return from a blue reprieve.
Exfoliate & rinse & repeat.
You were there.