January 2012
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“Most healthy, normal people would suffer from the hubris of power, not failing...”
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“In one phase men might seem to have been right: in another they seem to have...”
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I Am Made Of Lies
When circumstances favor me, they call it Creativity, and they embrace me with good intentions and adulation my skin doesn’t know what else to do with but deflect; when fortune rears away her stare, they call it Dysfunction, turning good intentions to resentful charity and adulation to misunderstanding.
Yet, in my insides it’s the exact same thing: both the muse and the demon,...
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The Seismic Resilience of Whispered Sincerities
Don’t expect people to immediately understand your art; there is a wonderful mystery about the intimate knitting of your spirit and your passions, and there should be no apologies for its nature of exclusivity… In the attempts to reconcile yourself to yourself, in learning to love the ragged parts while humbling the grander ones, your art is silently at work, actively drawing to itself...
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Dichotomy, Within.
My overwhelming fear of comprehensive rejection has driven and continues to drive me to unbelievable heights I am afraid I could never have braved on my own accord; so far, the steep costs paid for through instability, fragmented self-perception, and volatile moodswings have proven affordable, albeit barely… The greater question that paralyzes me now: what will happen to me the day I can no...
