They say inspiration comes in illuminative waves that absorbs into the mind like a sponge. Well, for me.. IT COMES AS A FUCKING BRICK TO THE FACE. Because when I see something that inspires me so greatly to create a masterpiece of monolithic proportions, the idea usually claws at the inside of my skull like a starving rat while I persist to go into anaphylactic shock over the magnitude of my creation!

But once I am done tripping balls over the pure amazement of my genius and come to my senses, I find myself in a type of creative hangover. Anything I try to write or draw or fuck just hurts my head and makes me lay in bed where I spoon with my pillow like a bunny in heat. WHY? Because I am a procrastinator, plain and simple.

My mom is a procrastinator, my dad was a procrastinator, my step-dad was a procrastinator, and my friend is a prostate examiner! It seems to be one freaking cycle! Procrastination must be a non rare blood disease or something. I find the biggest way to fight it is just to force myself to WORK! I turn off my phone, put in some headphones, lock some ravenous stray dogs in my house that will tear my throat out if I leave my room and have to call animal control a few hours later when I have to use the restroom. As mom used to say, whatever got the job done.

Anyway, this vent has been fun.

Stay beautiful people!

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