What little writing that I do now is for other people. In the last couple of years, I've written DJ bios, Blargh content, worked on other people's plays, student films, funeral rites, parking-ticket legalese, Vietnamese Pho Menus and Dr. Who action figure catalogues, etc.
I am a shitty writer. Really. A hack. But it sucks because I do the I-Am-A-Shitty-Writer-Really-A Hack-But-It-Sucks-Because-I-Do-The-I-Am-A-Shitty-Writer-Really-A-Hack-But-It-Sucks-Because-I-Do-The-I-Am-A-Shitty-Writer-Really-But-It-Sucks-Stuff.
Because...Shit, It's been a bit strange, Strangers.
I'm in my backyard right now. Typing on the laptop in the dark. Afraid of Avacados falling on my head. My head is tick-tocking back and forth like a Metronome. I want to get drunk and to put down every single, fucking, goddamn thing before it's too late.
It's not about the amount of hours passing and pissing away anymore
but
It's all about the amount of time not creating and writing about
What's here
and not anymore.
The bulk of my writing that I do now will be only for me.
I like avocados...
ReplyDeletemore, please. i am not an avid reader of other people's stuff because i am self-centered but.
ReplyDeletemore, please.
Morgan, you will get some. Angelina, you? Thank you! I wrote a couple of things but they're a little crazycrazy. I will post soon.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wish you were my boyfriend. I bet you would be a good one.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jeremy.
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