Just push through, of course you have bad days, you can’t put out everyday, you’re not even working, you’re kidding yourself, you’re too old, don’t tell people you’re writing a screenplay, you sound like a douche bag, that producer was just being polite, that fucking asshole didn’t get back to me. Should I follow up? Don’t be a douche. You’re weak. The script is good. Good not great. It’s too careful. People don’t act like that. You don’t know what you’re doing. Can I overdose on Coke Zero? Does anyone have a cigarette? WHat would it be like to quit and just live. Work on my collections: buttons, ribbons, lacquer pens, antique cigarette boxes, scarves, and mass cards. Is there a better feeling than killing a line? Or moving your rook? If I were a man I would walk all night, sit with my legs apart in wide V. If I were a girl I’d wear heels and bracelets and Amy Winehouse eyeliner. I think there are only so many combinations of ideas. So many sentences. There is a finite number of semi-colons; please use them sparingly. Yes, two fucking snowflakes are alike. Yes, the watched pot will boil eventually. Yes, cliches are like corn on the cob. Yes, you are a complete original. This is your life, this is your life chained to a desk, chained to a hope, chained to a dream.
Are you free?
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