thepantychrist

I've rediscovered my love of writing.
It used to be that it was a struggle every time I'd attempt something beyond 30 pages... but, now, I have all my notes and outlines pinned up around me and I can honestly say that for at east an hour or two, I go completely away.
I fell down on my knees the other morning, on my way to work. It was early enough that the moon was still up and bright. None of that hazy pre-dawn shit. Might as well of been midnight...
But I fell down on my knees and just said 'okay.' I said 'Okay, let's do what's needed to be done.'
and now, it's like I've got a skull full of bumble bees. There's just so much work to be done.
This past week, I've slept for maybe 6 hours total. Each day has blended into the next. And you know what? I feel comfortable here. As I grind the gears of my body, I've felt this absolute happiness with everything. Now, I just have to figure out the difference with letting go to drown and that same lassiez fair that goes with tubing down the river, an ice shest of beer in tow.
But still, I think, resistence is fertile.
I am drunk.
-panic