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Fart clouds of ideas and inspiration, still in gestation, gradually float around the anatomy and into the mind of the thinker seeking elusive genius, sparking a brainstorm. The flammable notion goes from profound indigestion and burns into a fully formed thought. However, the nature of digestion means the useless afterthoughts with no place or purpose must be expelled once the substance of the idea is harvested. If the thinker doesn't shit, mental constipation brings them to die.
Writing is a slippery, stubborn parasite. First, it plagues you, growing under the skin as notification of its forming. You then make a conscious decision to seize it, constructing the idea of how to. After the creation is exposed and extracted in the larva state, the writer struggles with it in their hands. It twists and changes, sometimes into an entirely different beast, taking its own shape independent of your guidance. This stage is futile to resist. The writer is nothing more than the host attempting to excrete the burden, the prime impetus to suffer the fruition until the weight is lifted and the writer is cured temporarily, until the next muse conceives another inspired parasite to be shared and passed along to other literary patients. If the writer doesn't publish, the parasite will not die.
Some writers live vicariously through the experiences of others, fictitious or not, from behind the safety of printed words. For those who write what they know, even if it seems unknowable to them, the scars of memory fade and distort with time along with the lessons. It is hard to face the constant freshness of a document along with reflecting the struggle that was the process of documenting it. This is essential; you wouldn't want to live in a world with no new classics, would you? In a world where words are given more power than weapons, murder is masturbation, without imagination, compared to the damage print does. If man doesn't document, knowledge dies.

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from Deadwood Transmissions (An Audiobook), released January 6, 2019

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PKWST Phoenix, Arizona

Experimental sound / multimedia visual artist involved with Butoh Sonics, Schadenhaus, Sugar Pills Bone, Smogma, and solo projects The Ɔrinkles,THE IDE OF EARTH, Dummy Rifle, and Wretch And Reel, to boot.
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