Cold. Hot. Wet. Dry. The ramblings of the deranged mind sending signal after signal explaining the warped reality around him. It was wonderful, this convoluted certainty. It was awesome. Not in the sense of the teenage colloquealism which has degraded the word into something that is hip and styleish. I mean awesome. Terryfying. Enlightening. Devestating.
They say that a truly brilliant writer can just think and type and brilliance will flow onto the page. They say that if you can find success in such an unorthadox manner of writing then you should be able to make it big. You will be bigger than stephen king!
No. Sorry. But that's not how this game works.
I wish it was though. I wish people would analyze every last word I type. Discuss every element of syntax and style so that they can find a deeper meaning. Does it make me egocentric? Yeah. Just a little.
But it's not foolish. A foolhardy pursuit is one in which people never can actualize sucess. Or synthisize it if they choose to force it.
Is it so wrong to try and just grow into a writer? I'm tired of hearing this nonsense about how one just needs to sit down and type a thousand words, ten thousand nouns, a million little irreplaceable adjectives- daily. Just so they can put down the next big novel.
That's the fairy tale if I'd ever heard one.
Cold. Hot. It's certainly hot in here. Maybe I'm working up a sweat. Maybe I'm just imagining things. Yeah. I'm probably just a bit psyco. Hitchock inspiration? Totally me.
Ain't that an anachronism?
Yeah. It is.
I mean yes. Sorry. Improper diction. You really must excuse me. Free-writing generally tends to just degrade into the nuances of speech. Watch, next I'll just start saying "yall" and "Yippie-Kai-ay." I mean. Totally. Right?
Cold. I feel cold. And dry. Can't forget that, right?
God, someone who reads this will probably think I'm on something. I don't know. Isn't there an app that can analyze a style of writting and determine which sort of amphetamine your on?
No? Well. They should make on. It's only fitting that a store which hosts thousands of free whores show-casing used epidermal goods should also go and start giving people ideas as to what drug they should try.
I'm not high. Or, technically I am. I'm in the tallest room, I suppose. The better word would have been intoxicated. But that really doesn't work either. I'm pretty much feeling inebriated, too. It's probably the free writing. It's like a drug, you know. It digs into your mind and it makes you sit and write and sit and type until you pour your soul into every. Single. Solitary. Word. So you may be able to walk away each night with a semblance of peace. A muzzle for the
They say that a truly brilliant writer can just think and type and brilliance will flow onto the page. They say that if you can find success in such an unorthadox manner of writing then you should be able to make it big. You will be bigger than stephen king!
No. Sorry. But that's not how this game works.
I wish it was though. I wish people would analyze every last word I type. Discuss every element of syntax and style so that they can find a deeper meaning. Does it make me egocentric? Yeah. Just a little.
But it's not foolish. A foolhardy pursuit is one in which people never can actualize sucess. Or synthisize it if they choose to force it.
Is it so wrong to try and just grow into a writer? I'm tired of hearing this nonsense about how one just needs to sit down and type a thousand words, ten thousand nouns, a million little irreplaceable adjectives- daily. Just so they can put down the next big novel.
That's the fairy tale if I'd ever heard one.
Cold. Hot. It's certainly hot in here. Maybe I'm working up a sweat. Maybe I'm just imagining things. Yeah. I'm probably just a bit psyco. Hitchock inspiration? Totally me.
Ain't that an anachronism?
Yeah. It is.
I mean yes. Sorry. Improper diction. You really must excuse me. Free-writing generally tends to just degrade into the nuances of speech. Watch, next I'll just start saying "yall" and "Yippie-Kai-ay." I mean. Totally. Right?
Cold. I feel cold. And dry. Can't forget that, right?
God, someone who reads this will probably think I'm on something. I don't know. Isn't there an app that can analyze a style of writting and determine which sort of amphetamine your on?
No? Well. They should make on. It's only fitting that a store which hosts thousands of free whores show-casing used epidermal goods should also go and start giving people ideas as to what drug they should try.
I'm not high. Or, technically I am. I'm in the tallest room, I suppose. The better word would have been intoxicated. But that really doesn't work either. I'm pretty much feeling inebriated, too. It's probably the free writing. It's like a drug, you know. It digs into your mind and it makes you sit and write and sit and type until you pour your soul into every. Single. Solitary. Word. So you may be able to walk away each night with a semblance of peace. A muzzle for the
