Exhaust
I wanted to continue this until I reached 100 posts, and despite the fact that I am almost there, I can't continue. I don't enjoy doing this anymore. I don't want to do it anymore. It started off being something I was so excited by, and loved, and thought about and cared for. Now it feels like an overdue essay. And I feel as if it is a door that needs to be closed. The past year's worth of cultural/historical/personal vomit can now be forgotten and left to rot in space. I am sick of not finishing things (art, writings, essays - the only thing I seem to finish is work, and books, but perhaps that is because I am consuming books, not producing), and so I will force a finish.
I'm not sure what to say now, or how I create some kind of formal conclusion.
I think this is it.
posted by ida gasp @ 8:53 pm
3 Comments:
so emalina you little crack'ho - you realise you actually have to DO something with this now don't you?
This shit is too good NOT too.
Maybe see you in March with the old black man (imagine if when you meet him it turns out that HE was that horrible chocolate boy from that night out here in Dordrecht HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA =- noooooooooooooooooooo).
Love you long time
Love your work
MISS YOU LONGTIME TOOOOO
Lisa
I really think to conclude is a good idea. You feel you never finish anything... well, at least concluding this would be an end of sorts (although no-thing ends - if you believe). There's some beautiful writing in there by a very beautiful and sensual person, that could be shaped... and sold!
She HAS concluded in this post - you can see that she's over it, she's lost her passion and enthusiasm for it.
That was the end E N D
And it was fabulously executed
Keep them wanting more
Leave them with a sense that something is missing in their lives now that it is over.
And you know it's true.
But yes, it should be available to the masses - bring on commercialism girl! do it!
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