Warning: spoilers for people who can read my handwriting!
This is how corporations turn us into glorified slaves, and I’m not drinking the Kool-Aid after that first bitter sip.
I feel like I've sunk into the belly of a story-hoarding beast. I can dimly see the mouth and I'm trying to climb out with ladders made from sentences. But often I find they only lead me deeper into the guts.
The problem with getting up at 5am is needing to get to sleep before 10:30pm
Fuck talent, fuck inspiration, fuck ego: J U S T D O T H E W O R K !