21. August 2015
Here's an entire blog dedicated to bitching about money. You've been told upfront. Leave now or forever hold your piece of a piece (and you were lucky to get that!). We all seated? Good. I hate money. I fucking Hate it. If money were an innocent race of people and I were an insane dictator, I might build sadistic furnaces just to burn money slowly. Is that colorful enough? Are we on the same page? I Fucking Hate Money. Now, let's put that aside and address some basics. Uh. Everything requires...
14. August 2015
More accurately, I think it was broken on my watch. I think it's probably very natural for artists/writers/musicians/whatever to feel like they sometimes have totally fucking lost it. By "it", I don't mean their minds (although yes, maybe that, too), I mean "it", like the thing that makes them creative in the first place. So what is "it" in this case? I think I broke my poetry. More accurately, I think it was broken on my watch.