Is This My Last Chance?

i knew that i had to. They were never going to tell me the truth, ye. When i hand id in the manuscript, i always want to snatch it back. There's like old mike myers, of all people,. Wrhe said, te, fame is something like this. It's like fame is the industrial run off of the creative process. And you can if live in that, like the slime of the fame that gets in the river, like that. Is a toxic industrial runoff of theCreative process. You lay about to say something, and here it comes. D i feel it though, like the there's like oldmikemyers, of