Friday, November 7, 2008

I am so tired and disinterested in pretending to like people I dont like.
I want my shows to load so I can go home and eat heaps and large teaspoons of caviar and think about what a bad writer i've turned into.
when you are bored, there is no creativity. its only when i lack the time to write that I create sentances.
I've got a formidable writing callus, however, on one of my fingers. the joys of longhand, of calligraphy, of perfect block letters, they are my sympathy.

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