IS THIS THE REAL LIFE? IS THIS JUST FANTASY?
GOOD MORNING, STARSHINE.

There isn't much to say about me, assuming you know who I am, how else did you find my page without knowing me?

Oh, but I guess it's likely you've mysteriously stumbled upon my handsome little abode, so, hey, hello, hi. I'm Romeo and I'm the Pocket Prince. That's enough.

Simply put, this is a writing space and little more. I'm not too chatty.

Actually, on second thought, no, I may talk about more than my own writing, I'm not too decisive.

Well? May you find your book in this place.

Well it seems my well of words has run dry. Have a picture.

The current dilemma of Large Empty Space is a serious one. But, until it has been solved, this god awful, heart wrenching, mind numbingly terrible empty space is here to stay with us.

SLEEP FOR A TOTAL OF 800 HOURS PER DAY. DRINK A LITRE OF MILK, WARM UP BEFORE YOU GO PLAY. ONLY EAT OR WRITE OR PULL THE TRIGGER WITH YOUR RIGHT HAND. IN 30 MINUTES FIND A GROOM OR BRIDE, BONUS IF BRUNETTE, IN 90 HOUS SPILL THEIR INSIDES, PAINT YOUR ROOM PICTURESQUE.

We talk about 'survival of the fittest' a lot but all that really means is the skilled live and the unskilled die. Since you're clearly in that second group, maybe pick your fights a bit more carefully?

Do you understand what I'm saying? It's never going to matter how much you 'want it' when you're up against someone who can kill you with a sneeze.

NAVIGATION

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Writing ...→

I should probably branch out more in my interests.

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