The only one you feed.

January 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

“I wouldn’t do that, I couldn’t do that to you.” – Dive dive – Mr10%

Fuck you. A happy writer was never a good one. A sober writer was only a moment of clarity. A writer who turned it all off or down isn’t a writer at all. Arrogance should be reserved exclusively for the young and those know no not better. Both qualities must be in check. Arrogance should be a flirtation of youth. Youth should be a little less than what should be expected. A sentence should be thought about or come totally naturally. It should be only a brainwave or an extension of the body. No middle ground. No compromises.  No innocent bystanders. If you can’t do that you shouldn’t be in the industry. Industry. No. Not industry. We are not turning out toasters, or toys, or chocolate or guns. We are giving you, as a present, thoughts. Thoughts dressed up in the prettiest clothing we can think of. Not for praise, or love, or dignity, or attention, or to show off exactly how pretty we made the clothes, but because we just want you to see it. To feel it. To understand it. I don’t know if I understand. The one that lives is the only one you feed.


Writing is freedom.

January 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

“Punkrock is freedom.” – Kurt Cobain. 

There, that one. That’s the one. Finally. No skin on the title. There it is. Just what I needed. It’s good to be back. Keep you posted. x

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