Let us not be crazy. For the lord says, if you're a butt-fucking psycho, thou shalt not waste time on frivolous matters. Open up your mind, and let the hate out. Just a few journal entries that don't have to make sense. Don't have to focus. It doesn't matter what you type about, just as long as you make your ideas heard.
A wheel of ideas! That's what needs to be done. No matter what you're writing, have yourself a wheel of ideas. I used to write with one idea in mind: Money. It's so simplistic to think that money is the only motivator in these matters. Obviously, you have to be good at what you do. You have to make sense. You have to stay on topic. So many topics. So many horrible ideas. People think that life is all about one identity. People are more complex than that. Focus is not always so easy to come by. That's all that I'm saying.
I'm dealing with so many unusual circumstances in my life. One of them has to do with what I call "the California situation." There are some truly awful people in the world. My awfulness is not hidden behind a shroud of smiles though. It's not. I will blatantly say that I hate children. They're awful things. Repulsive critters. Unfortunately, I have one. What can you do?
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