Unemployed Imagination.

It's hard, rowing against the current. It's demoralizing. Your arms burn, and your shoulders ache, and you barely make any progress....

It was a Tuesday when I decided to head on down to the holler and drink myself to death. All you squares worried someone is gonna find out y...

We have to stop meeting like this. They're going to get wise to you. You aren't toeing the line sufficiently, or you could do better...

You didn't have to take it. You didn't have to wrap your dirty fucking fingers up in it, tug it, screw with it, worry it. You didn...

Dear World, I'm a little tired. Not gonna lie. I don't feel any nice words inside myself. I do not feel like constructing metaphors....

Go ahead, son. Shimmy on out on that branch, way down to the end where the tippy tippets dance. Don't worry, son, I got a firm grip on y...

Literally, your whole life is making me gag. I need a new pencil. I need an eraser with a tip. Don't EVER say that to a fellow artist; i...