FUCK
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2002 4:09 am
Is the pain I feel real?
Here's your chance boys. Tell me what is real. Tell me why you are literary geniuses.
Tell me why you should be published.
There is a life outside our own, a feeling that we can't feel. A life we can't see. Is it fiction or fact? What do you want? I've been reading this site for a year. You are damn good at starting shit. Ever finish anything? I feel like I know you guys. I'm talking in the most intimate of levels here. I keep looking for somthing more but all you do is get us excited than drop out of site. You talk of Rosie's Art like it's the second coming. What of your's? Is your art not worthy of such praise? I've read your work. Ooh, Mc cutcheon, any reason you don't work together? You two don't believe in yourselves. Very sad. I already said it once. Believe. FUCK!! Do you have any idea how many brilliant ideas get brushed aside because the author is to chickenshit to follow through? Mc cutchen, you get in a fight with Nerve and give up? Jesus. Ooh, I feel like a moron just typing your fucking name. Stop pretending that you two are special and just be honest. Honesty. It is that simple. You want to know what Rock n' Roll is Ooh? It's living by a set of rules that only you know. It's knowing that art is supreme and life is short. Believe immortal. You think that being different is doing drugs and fucking whores. Wrong. You have to live. You have to write about what who've lived. Ooh, when you were in the pool and the woman next to you took a breath. What was her story? Did she have kids? Did SHE do drugs? Was she happy?
Mc cutcheon. Why does the pizza guy do meth? Is there a history? I know why I do drugs. Do you?
You two have something. Sit back and think about it.
You're on a gravel road that stretches out for miles before you and behind you. Which way do you want to travel?
Here's your chance boys. Tell me what is real. Tell me why you are literary geniuses.
Tell me why you should be published.
There is a life outside our own, a feeling that we can't feel. A life we can't see. Is it fiction or fact? What do you want? I've been reading this site for a year. You are damn good at starting shit. Ever finish anything? I feel like I know you guys. I'm talking in the most intimate of levels here. I keep looking for somthing more but all you do is get us excited than drop out of site. You talk of Rosie's Art like it's the second coming. What of your's? Is your art not worthy of such praise? I've read your work. Ooh, Mc cutcheon, any reason you don't work together? You two don't believe in yourselves. Very sad. I already said it once. Believe. FUCK!! Do you have any idea how many brilliant ideas get brushed aside because the author is to chickenshit to follow through? Mc cutchen, you get in a fight with Nerve and give up? Jesus. Ooh, I feel like a moron just typing your fucking name. Stop pretending that you two are special and just be honest. Honesty. It is that simple. You want to know what Rock n' Roll is Ooh? It's living by a set of rules that only you know. It's knowing that art is supreme and life is short. Believe immortal. You think that being different is doing drugs and fucking whores. Wrong. You have to live. You have to write about what who've lived. Ooh, when you were in the pool and the woman next to you took a breath. What was her story? Did she have kids? Did SHE do drugs? Was she happy?
Mc cutcheon. Why does the pizza guy do meth? Is there a history? I know why I do drugs. Do you?
You two have something. Sit back and think about it.
You're on a gravel road that stretches out for miles before you and behind you. Which way do you want to travel?