I look forward to the day that everyone writes their very own novel. The novel about their life. About all the terrible weird shit they had to go through. About how they deserve love because maybe we’re all just scared dumb monsters. I also hope that everyones novel has a touch of the supernatural and is quirky and also darkly funny. And maybe a bestseller that they published themselves. Of course I hope everyone talks about how awesome everyone elses novel is at parties and how everyone seduces everyone else and we all coalesce in one giant orgasmic embrace and then get to read about the whole thing in everyones second novel.
I’m writing a novel and I hate novels. Actually I’m just doing a lot of mescaline and listening to Whitesnake (a shitty 80’s hair band(sorry Dave)) and then I just write nonsense how I’m fed up with everything but resigned to our awful fate and slowly fall in love with everything in some strange perpetual dance. I’m not really writing a novel. I’m just back from my two month work sabbatical and hopefully back to writing my usual daily nonsense. Cuz it makes me happy. I hope you are all well and doing OK. and if not, know that it just really sucks sometimes…. and it’ll get better. Unless of course it just gets worse and you slowly fall apart or are devoured by catatonic anxiety or something. I mean hey, at least we’ll always have that terrible awkward new age orgy thingy.