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April 20th, 2001, 05:35 PM
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Dano
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...although I never called myself a writer
Not to myself
It wasn't audacious enough
I was a painter, a composer
One of those folks who sculpts using scrap metal
I was on a real streak there for a while
Churning out quality stuff on at least a weekly basis
Now, see, I've got this new job
And it owns me
When I'm not there, I'm so mentally exhausted
That I don't want to think about anything
I just want to experience things
I don't want my brain involved at all
So I don't write anymore
It's really starting to bother me.
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April 20th, 2001, 05:41 PM
#2
Inactive Member
Kill the man. Death makes for good inspiration.
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