RANDO
Yar! I'm a pirate!
AKA, I'm spoofy tired.
Not really; I'm just fretting about money.
Sparrows, dude: we're worth more than many sparrows. True enough, sparrows live and die, but, in general, they just go and fly and find food and feed their little babies.
I just named a shark-pony Gerbert — because that's how I roll. Holy heckin handbags, I haven't written a poem in forever.
I tell you, it always feels like forever. My theory is that I need to write every day! But it's so scary! I'd have to trust God to keep things rolling as I followed the unstoppable pang He flooded into my heart! Scary!
I taught a creative writing course, and I was discussing the value of diving into timid places. One student explained that he wasn't afraid of his own writing. I said that, to be the best writer we can be, we have to pull out all the pieces hidden in our hearts.
He slowly put up his hands and said, "scary!" But like, he meant it.
It is scary stepping into our own hearts and acknowledging what's resting there — or festering there!
That's why! That's my theory anyway: that we're so emotionally clogged that nothing ever gets done except endless drudgery!
Poof. Lame-sauce. Books! Yar. I'm gonna write em. Heck.
Dollars! I have more than many and fewer than many. So there's that.
Naps! I need more of them.
Cookies! I ate a lot yesterday. I ate the rest of them.
If you speak German, Arnold Schwarzenegger's name is really weird.
I just discovered how to add text to GIFs.
GRAPHICS. INTERFACE. FORMAT.
NOT JRAPHICS. INTERFACE. FORMAT.
I love peanut butter, but — for the love of all spreads — keep your JIF where it belongs.
And now I'm making GIFs about hats.
BOOM
AKA, I'm spoofy tired.
Not really; I'm just fretting about money.
Sparrows, dude: we're worth more than many sparrows. True enough, sparrows live and die, but, in general, they just go and fly and find food and feed their little babies.
I just named a shark-pony Gerbert — because that's how I roll. Holy heckin handbags, I haven't written a poem in forever.
I tell you, it always feels like forever. My theory is that I need to write every day! But it's so scary! I'd have to trust God to keep things rolling as I followed the unstoppable pang He flooded into my heart! Scary!
I taught a creative writing course, and I was discussing the value of diving into timid places. One student explained that he wasn't afraid of his own writing. I said that, to be the best writer we can be, we have to pull out all the pieces hidden in our hearts.
He slowly put up his hands and said, "scary!" But like, he meant it.
It is scary stepping into our own hearts and acknowledging what's resting there — or festering there!
That's why! That's my theory anyway: that we're so emotionally clogged that nothing ever gets done except endless drudgery!
Poof. Lame-sauce. Books! Yar. I'm gonna write em. Heck.
Dollars! I have more than many and fewer than many. So there's that.
Naps! I need more of them.
Cookies! I ate a lot yesterday. I ate the rest of them.
If you speak German, Arnold Schwarzenegger's name is really weird.
I just discovered how to add text to GIFs.
GRAPHICS. INTERFACE. FORMAT.
NOT JRAPHICS. INTERFACE. FORMAT.
I love peanut butter, but — for the love of all spreads — keep your JIF where it belongs.
And now I'm making GIFs about hats.
BOOM
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