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What happens after the bump to the head. |
[Introduction]
You know those desires to thrust laughter up your throat that make your lower jaw push out? This little venture on this site is that. It hinges upon despair as much as stubborness. While I give in to the things so much bigger than me, I set in more stubbornly than ever. You can take away my life, my very freedom. But you can't take away my writing. It is the searing that has driven uncrossable things between myself and others. I was one of the majority of writers who was terrified of the intoxication that comes with translating things into words. It was so heady, always, felt so powerful. Writing is, in my opinion, a very hard path to remain utterly faithful to. You can be a flying monkey-minded genius or idiot, there's no moderator to guide you. You fly by your gut and you better fucking hold on tight to your belly. To have a space where you're allowed to let your words fly in all their ugliness is conceptually no different than an infant's blury eyes seeing. This is my little experiment on this site. Let shit fly and be honored as shit should be. |
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