caracollective: how long will it take this single monkey brain to write some poetry if I cannot spare a thousand years and have but one typewriter
iamado r r r k: dude go away
caracollective: I'm sorry, it would be much appreciated if you were nice sometimes.
caracollective: obviously not, you're only out for yourself and any hedonistic adventure that will feed your ego
caracollective: some do art for others, some art art themselves, thou art what?
caracollective: life is merely inspiration... the average person grabs an aspiring for a headache, the writer grabs a pen, the artist his brush and the musician his notes
caracollective: and i am juggling all three
iamado r r r k: haha
caracollective: whereas simple minds delight only in the juggling, i delight in that which i embrace beyond that
iamado r r r k: i dont fucking care, why are u telling me
iamado r r r k: justify yourself by yourself
iamado r r r k: u dont know your audience
caracollective: because im writing right (write) now. and i am merely using this window as a window to embellish what i see through that same window. the glass also helps reflect
iamado r r r k: why the fuck are u talking to me like that, stop trying to prove yourself right now
iamado r r r k: GO AWAY
caracollective: nothing to prove
iamado r r r k: GO THE FUCK AWAY
iamado r r r k: go away
caracollective: i dont seek to get anywehre in life, but where i am ... i may be moving but my destination is always the same spot. the same point is where i want to be. it doesnt much matter being anywhere else or where you are going.