40. The Saint

“i’ll have a tin o’ tartan paint.”
Said the sparse ‘n’ spartan saint.

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i love writing until i pick up a pen or keyboard, then i hate it. but over the years i've slowly scribbled my thoughts on receipts, bills, anything at hand; just to make these insistent thoughts go away.
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