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peter venkman vs. scott calvin

by @stephane-noir

is it weird that i feel like i never have any ideas? i mean, could the idea fairy just speak up a bit? is that too much to ask of my own personal imaginary genius? just turn up the volume a little bit. ok, now the other knob. everybody ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... great, aannnnd i still can't hear a goddam thing he's saying. they tell me that the whole world is speaking to me... that there is an intimate meaning in everything that happens and that it somehow pertains to my personal life: the light turns red, but you drive thru anyway, and BAM you get sideswiped and you're fucking dead. they tell me there's meaning in that to learn from. yea like maybe don't go out into the intersection when you know damn well the light's red? but that's not the kind of meaning they're talking about. the kind they're talking about whispers like a willow tree, like a real-life "colors of the wind" remake is just going on, swirling around your head and through your bosom all the damn time... and it's actually telling you something. see, there's a message in that bosom damage you just received. (or did it pass right through like some Slimer type of creature?) ["a fireplace just kind of appears and he goes through it like this"] yeah well pick up the t shirt gun, Egon, and launch a few into the stands because there's a widespread panic down at the community park... photographers lined up wall to wall just to catch the tiniest glimpse of the yetti who's writing a hemmingway-esque classic from cover to cover! tell me who tf ever wrote a book by sitting down at the computer, looking at the blank screen, and just starting off in a clear direction like, "well, this 400 page novel is going to be about this, that, and the other, here's 15 events that will help us get to a coherent ending, now type!" [i swear some dude reading this is gonna be like, "um.. i can do that." yeah? well you can shut up for now friend, cuz nobody's listening.] [sigh.] that was the idea fairy, wasn't it?
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Mar 16, 2018
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i've offended him now.

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