Sunday
A world of frills
My muse isn't here yet. She's late again. Just give her a few minutes; I'm sure she'll be here soon. No, I can't just start. What do you think I'm some day labourer? I make Art: and Art can not be made to 'toe the line.' Just wait. You'll love it when she comes.Don't worry about her, she'll make it. There she is, coming through the door. Yes, I see it now. I know exactly what you need. What? No. This. Is. Art. Art doesn't need rules. It's stream of consciousness. This is now. If you wanted ease of understanding and concise work you could get some schmuck off the street. But you got me because you want high quality work. Work that gets inside you and works from the inside out. You wanted that visceral feel that not just everyone can give. That's because I'm not a professional. how many times do I have to tell you? I'm an artist. The run on sentences are intentional. No, the spelling mistakes aren't. This is just a rough sketch, I'll get someone else to correct it afterwards. Comma splice? Yeah, those are intentional too. You just don't understand. I need to get an audience that understands. Just be quiet for a minute. No, wait it's not working.I'm gonna chuck it. I'm finished. Come back tomorrow, maybe I'll be able to get you something then. No, I can't just write it. Just go.
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