Be in New York, love the fuck out of these streets, let their madness seep through you until you are blissfully run through with magic, and spend your days pouring out whatever poetry you can.
Still work, work hard, but work with joy in your heart. The Universe will look out for you if you let it, will align itself if you set up the pieces.
You have but one life.
Let it be good.
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