if you steal the muse, do you destroy the soul?
03/04/2004 11:12 p.m.
this is pensive bullshit, just an fyi.
nothing is inspiring anymore. this is beyond a rut, this is beyond mere artistic frustration. this is when you look at a bird and see the wings, instead of the flight. this is one of those kind of feelings.
i would write more, but i'm too afraid of being cliche, and we cant have that, now can we?
I am currently Restless
I am listening to greenday- basket case