As usual when faced with a blank screen, i do what any good creative person would do; i procrastinate. i open another browser window and head to wikipedia. i scratch my crotch. it's enjoyable. i scratch some more. a couple of minutes later i realise i'm not just scratching anymore. i stop, and come back to the screen. it's a challenge, the blankness. it's saying fuck you, you couldn't fill this if you needed to. well fuck that shit, i've got a lot to say. have you ever walked down the road and blinked and then realised you've suddenly recieved a whole new perspective on things? no? me neither. shit doesn't happen that easily around here. me i've got to be hit in the face, kicked in the nuts and slammed against a wall with a knife to my throat before i realise how i've been so wrong all this while about stuff. there's some sort of lack of a self-correcting mechanism. and that's probably because i'm one of those people who goes through ...
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