*hypnotizing you* you WILL start a draft at 2 am for the fetus of an idea you conceived after watching atla while high as fuck. you WILL get stuck after like three plot points doing the outline and you WILL proceed to pants the worst prose you've ever written for 3 straight pages. you WILL completely forget about it until like 3 months later when you find it cultivating a garden of dust in your hard drive and read the ramblings of a schizotype so only kind of comprehensible it sends you into philosophical debate over the nature of language
*you, therapizing me* that sounds like projection, are you in denial of something?













