When the stories bleed into each other and all the details dissolve into esoteric nonsense that screams “WHO GIVES A FUCK,” when the creative beast is caged and subdued yet snores its angry disapproval out into the mindless drivel of conversation, and the shadows on the cave walls subside into pre-named culturally accepted icons . . . you know the ugly beast will raise its head. Awoken by complacency and mediocrity ready to devour the nearest follower/friend – and if by shear will power alone you are able to hold the tragic beast at bay for love or desire or care it will turn inward and incorporate once again becoming Other, transforming that little reprieve of happy mindlessness into a loathing and fearful Love/Hatred. Thus awakens the artist.
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