baise

I am motherfucking boring based on this journal.

I have ideas

I wanna shut everything down and start from scratch

and deny nothing

I wanna make yr eyes bleed
and yr brain matter splatter all over yr screen

I wanna be either loved or hated

Whatever you've bought into I'm not nice I'm not pretty I'm not cute. I'm a human being. I'm an animal whose fur and skin are falling to the floor. I feel like an illusion, and illusions don't spurt guts.

I'm not just a body with a keyboard, to paraphrase Bette Davis in "All About Eve."

I had initially planned to use SG primarily as an extension of my art, nothing more. In retrospect, I've allowed myself to be self-indulgent to the point of nausea.

But not today, because I have work to do. Not homework, either.