6.22.2001
 
Entering another one of those periods...

Can't write, can't draw, can't think, can't breathe!

Why must my creativity run dry so often. When I have spurts of inspiration, I have to frantically work to preserve it. While painting my black and white back during school, I wanted to throw it away so many times because I lost sight of what it was I was conveying.

And with the confrontation of true musical talent in my friend Gerin, I'm completely intimidated.

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