Saturday, June 1, 2013

suffering for your art

It happens. I see the world's most complicated fart joke, but, i say
what's the point if no one would appreciate it? That sense of
accomplishment, which was sort of like what one feels when leaving a
restaurant or pushing me out of a ruined bedroom? I suffers, i say,
but i have that sense, almost to say 'it smells like.... Victory".

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