It could be a piece of art, the next big short story, an air plane, anything I want it to be. Everyday I see it and everyday I do just about the same thing to it, doodle on it and throw it away. Or sometime I write a few notes and place it in my binder and its never to be seen again. Sometime I just look at it for minutes and home its gonna do something like write on it self, but it never does. On other occasions I do incredible things to it like make the craziest and wildest drawing ever that I feel as though I had taken some sort of hallucinogenic drug just to get inspired in order to draw it. And sometimes not so wonderful things like scribble weirdo writing things on it and leave it in someones book.
I <3 Paper
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