Pursuant to dreams, largess and galore, television and movies, concerts and screams, stardom is calling, beckoning it seems, loss of anonymity, worth it no doubt, the essence of fame, money and friends, fortune and homes, to be heaven sent. won't pay no rent nor have to grovel and bend knocking my head against the wall till i'm dead. Models and actresses debs and beauticians newspaper reporters photogs and patricians as if i knew how to greet them at ease and show them just why i am the best of all these luminaries functionaries synchophants and such dreamlike diaries of a life left untouched back in my car walter mitty am i just driving around and making a sighBirth sign: Pisces
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