Join Date: Aug 2012
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He said, "never again"
And it was all over, for him.
But I am back, writing abysmally, with my thumb.
It feels like an absence of creative freedom. Each sentence - a chore - in lieu of re-writing at effortless blazing speed.
This isn't why I'm here with you tonight. I did not log-in to bemoan my infinitely poor luck of having to type using a pocket-sized super computer. The tragedy is lost. Let's get on with it, shall we?
I moved to Las Vegas. Only time can tell you this was a great idea.
What I can say/write/tell/speak-of is the sheer marvel of driving through Colorado's mountains, and Utah's everlasting canyons. At least a dozen times I wished to abort the wheel and take a few snapshots of the beauty.
My sleep medicine doesn't kick in for another half hour. I know what to do...
Nothing. I don't feel the creative juices. I want to make a joke about "pulp" but I just don't have it in me to draw the connection between my posting and orange juice. Like, WTF, man??! You're killing the vibe, no one will keep reading, and all your fans are now dead!
So it turns out the rabbis were correct, that speaking & writing creates the world. This poignant, and portly, and certainly pedantic journal still has 25 minutes on the clock, and I swear to you it will be nothing besides hatred for the Author if you keep reading.
I am a boring, average person.
I am a wealthy, talented aristocrat.
I am a lonely, pathetic lover.
But I am not a fraudster. I will not be sharing a prison cell with Sam Bankman-fried. And I am not willing to be unoriginal. The contents of this paragraph allude to facts of life; I'll never be a billionaire, I don't break the law nearly enough, and I am a pure artist with weak thumbs.
Spanish music is heard in my mind while grasping for data to present. God isn't testing me, he is LAUGHING at my absurd candor and unwillingness to give up. I say, "Haha, no_u" to that. I no longer know how to quit; my determination to write a historically shitty post on the internet is greater than your ambitions in totality! You, reader, are now my bitch. I am your God, lord, and Lorde. When I am determined to ruin something, My energy is invincible.
I need a keyboard. Not want, NEED. I also want a desk. I'm also experiencing deja vu. Why? I've been on drugs. For 53 minutes.
Slowly I will share my personal 10 favorite songs of all time. Tonight I reveal a song with a wicked violin solo, and a message from beyond....
10. Kansas - Dust in the Wind
(All we are is dust in the wind...)
Time's up.