And if your muse sucks away your inspiration rather than draw it, just fucking put down the paintbrush and enjoy it.
It must be a curse, really, to have everyone that lays a hand on you fall madly and irreversibly in love with you. It's a heavy burden to carry, I'll give you that.
Cold showers, just what the doctor ordered.
lunes, abril 05, 2010
348. Hoy tengo pánico al folio en blanco
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Your lips tell a story that sound a lot like don't come near me, it is the worst idea since two sided toilet paper. Because you're classy like that and I do like that about you.
I promise to stay away and cross my heart and of course that means I'm game.
And out of the ashes of its own bitterness it shall rise again. More majestic and cynical than ever.
Projecting, like she couldn't helped doing, she saw herself coming back. Being exactly at the same point in, let's say a year's time. She was as thin as she'd ever been and her head was harder and heavier than ever.
She didn't know what to make of it, so she decided not to overthink it. She had a smile on her face and that was enough. That was more than enough, for now.
She didn't know what to make of it, so she decided not to overthink it. She had a smile on her face and that was enough. That was more than enough, for now.
Someone, who undoubtedly works for The Man, has hired a mining crew to tunnel a way in to my core. They drill tirelessly, day and night, working to undermine my confidence, speck by speck.
They expect it to dry out in the next few weeks.
They expect it to dry out in the next few weeks.
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