You know what I want to talk about?
Do you?
Because I don't know.
I've been staring at this page since ten this evening and it's already 11:55 as I type this.
This is absolutely unacceptable.
In order to get out of a creative rut, they say, you need to break pattern.
Fuck everything, and just do something.
" Learn to say “Fuck You” to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itchin, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rumbling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO!"
That's from one of my favorite artists in a letter to another one of my favorite artists. (Lev Yilmaz did a video of the full letter with some alterations here)
Yeah, well fuck you.
Fuck blogging everyday.
Fuck anxiety and fear.
Fuck thinking and analysing.
Fuck producing meaningful shit.
Fuck everything.
I'm not going to my take to one flavor, my work on this blog will be what ever I damn well please and that is all I have to say on the matter.
I feel better.
Bye.
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