im getting tired of this. legit. i am. maybe its artist block or a ******** boulder rolled in front of my stream of conciousness but im getting nothing. the little creativity bursts i get are like hehe heres a strip teases saying mhm yes. i know im sexy but you cant have me. and so i start off down a road chasing my own damn imagination like a dog on a leash. i guess its true what others say about art. it takes on a life of its own. that means it comes and goes when it pleases. sometimes it makes you stuggle for it so much jsut to show you how much it means to you. this is the fact i have to admit: wihtout imagination sending thoughts blooming in my mind life is becoming very bland. its just as important as water to someone who is thirsty or blood is for someone who wishes to maintain cardiovascular system. to someone who has tasted it you cant go wihtout it. its like a need once youve had a hit. not a drug eaxctly but something htat you never want to run out of. its something that I NEVER WANT TO BE WITHOUT. this isnt an exaggeration. its the biased truth.
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