Fuck! Woke up mid day, with no motivation. All my muscles ache, and I like to write these sort of things to get my brain juices flowing. Brain Juice! Everybody's got it. They say that everyone has the potential to be creative. The real creative people work on it every day. Just like I am doing now. I know that I don't have too many problems with grammar and all that jazz. Certainly not spelling anyway. The thing that irks me though, is that I think that a lot of what I write simply does not make sense. It's like putting a puzzle together, and sort of thumbing the pieces, word pieces if you will, thumbing them into place. Some times the colors match. In fact, most of the time the colors match. But the puzzle doesn't always look right to me in the end. At least not to me anyway.
Scratch that analogy. Writing is more like art. When I write, it can be a bit abstract, but I don't do it that way on purpose. Some artists, like Picasso for instance, painted like shit, but he knew the proper technique. Like he had the ability to paint really nice realistic stuff, but it was rare that he did, because that's just not what he was into. It's not what gave him a boner. He wanted people to look at his shitty paintings, and say "Look at all the work he put into painting that shit." He was so skilled though, that it sold. And on some level, you could tell that he put an ass ton of work into these paintings. Regardless of whether it looked like shit.
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