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[rayheinrich]

I told my psychoanalyst that I had a dream where I was talking to Albert Einstein and he told me I was the brightest person he ever met. My psychoanalyst said, This Albert, is a friend, or a family member, how do you know him, what is your relationship like?

    My psychiatrist was an elite ping-pong player in India, she was rated second in the whole damn country
    for three years running. I've never asked her what it felt like to never be first.

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I have a 15 dollar phone. I write in a little box with roaches and ants in it. When I type, if I had been typing ellajam's message, I'd see where I'd typed, If I had to write direc, and after that I'd have to play by ear, or not even that, I just have to play the guessing game until I press Send. If I type the whole thing and hit Send without hitting Preview or Send to Drafts or whatever what I write will post. If I press Preview or Draft it'll chop the end of my post off. If I make a mistake and go back and Edit Post it will chop the end of my post off. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying. Seeing as how I didn't make a mistake.

    And here I was thinking you were a genius writer when it was just the product of the creative constraints placed on you by
    a cheap phone. I'm going out and getting one today. I'm hoping I can find one for less than $15 and be able to surpass you --
    though, grim reality, the best I can probably do is $19.95 .  If I stole one, could I be Tolstoy? Wait... my thumbs would fall off
    before I even finished the first part of Anna Karenina II, The Zombie Diaries.

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I was at my mom's house this week and my aunt visited me, she was last seen 8 years ago before my dad died so I was relieved when my mom got out of bed that day.
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    And now you just wrote a novel using a single sentence... my life just keeps getting worse, I'm headed for the train tracks.