i can only find clarity at night, and if i’m not too tired to remember the creative insight then i cannot trust its validity. i am having trouble sleeping, so i stay awake listening to doom/dro...
it’s 3am and i’m listening to the jesus and mary chain in the dark. fuck.
i cannot do anything. i cannot create anything. i am crippled by insecurities as monumental as my apathy, and can only wallow in a purgatory free from original thought. a purgatory of my creation, th...
what i’m writing about: hung over and blitzed on codeine, our man christ is realising how conceited he is. how much he sorely he craves that which he rejects. that he decries. how he comes to r...
i haven’t posted here in quite some time. if there was a cliché of the blogosphere, it would be this. but like motley crue frontman vince neil says in his new book “clichés are clichés be...
leftovers. re-runs. shitty music. obligations.
i found these four words scribbled in my notebook. i cannot remember writing them. they’re surrounded by words written on top of each other, it was probably written at night time. without light...
full of piss and vinegar, last week i posted of an audacious scheme to write 10,000 words in five working days. i failed. but it wasn’t a total failure. and had i not spent friday afternoon ge...
“another blank page. another clot of mediocrity poised to haemorrhage the moment my pencil is relinquished. my pencil. gnawed at, sucked upon, chewed out. if it weren’t graphite i would b...
it’s twenty to three. the orange of street lights melts into a starless mauve sky. the sounds of cars, infrequent and somewhat muted, drift across from south pine road. you can hear as they com...
the mind boggles. it reels. it aches. everything is a diversion. nothing is achieved. nor will it be. one can only submit to a wider presence of nothingness. nothingness devoid of hope and spectacle....
to read your own work is getting off the toilet after a big meal. there’s a feeling of pride when you look back, but ultimately you know you’re looking at shit. for the first time since i...
i used to say that i couldn’t be creative before midnight. i would adamantly refuse to open a word document before the day reinvented itself. and that seemed to work. i remember doing final rev...
last year, i graduated after spending most of my life in classrooms. without a fucking clue what would come next. so i quit my job, went overseas and depleted most available funds. sobered by the unf...
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