2006-07-19
Prose remains truthful
I have an aversion towards angsty art, or poetry. I don't like having to look back upon a grey, black, blue piece of work and remember the immaturity and the pain. So when I'm sad, I make Happy Paintings.
When I'm sad, I write irrelevant poetry.
When I'm sad, I read intense fiction.
When I'm sad, I find gigglish company.
When I'm sad, I find myself even stronger when you come to see me.
But none of this, does anything for the time when I'm alone.
nothing ever happens at 9:07 p.m.