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Some old guy just came up to me, got REALLY close and went, "don't tell anybody but you've got a hole in your jeans!" I'm grossed out that he's leaning down so close, then he laughs and elbows me. Ew! No one made you come up to me, asshole! I thought of saying, "get away from me," but I was taken away from my train of thought, which was Led Zeppelin, and the guy walked away. Besides, I didn't want the librarian sitting behind me to say anything because THE MOMENT I SPEAK MY MIND, it attracts attention but the response is 'you have an attitude.' Reminds me of the black kid who tried to steal my purse. Except that no one said anything, but I'm

Everything takes time, I realize, but I can't seem to get my stories written fast enough. I get really distracted, and I'm just as bad as it as I am concentrating on all of those portraits and sketches I did a couple years ago Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. -Scott Adams Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things. -Ray Bradbury Right?!?! Over-thinking totally overkills happiness! I think every writer though does that thing where they think they're writing something gre

What came that one day, in the middle of Spring, An Idea, little notion, no particular thing. What Eyes have seen me and other lives before? Which hands could bleed, and fester and sore? What Ears could hear me, if I sung big and loud? Tell me 'shut up!', or 'keep going, stay proud!' What lies in the mind is yours and yours only, Never ask permission, or bow your head lowly. What voice could be there, to agree or not? As I skip along in fields of bloom, forget-me-nots. So I have seen so far, and seen not too marred, to hear and care of any response. Then Summer passed, 2 months of sun, warm and bright Chilly winds and smoke follo