is it that, at my most creative moments, by efforts are spread out on at least six different projects leaving me with six shoulda-woulda-coulda been great stories/scripts. and why do i get so focused on music (for scripts) or poetic rhythm (for stories) that i can't get anything down, somehow lose the feeling, and then write a first-person narrative from a third-person pov.
this is the world and it tumbles round.
i wonder where we would be if there
was a bucket to collect all the half-arsed
ideas and twist-turn them into something.
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UPS FUCKING KILLED MY RECORD PLAYER!
but i managed to fix it using the trusty
internet and my engineering skillz.
so now it's ziggy stardust & the spiders from mars.
& soul <3
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