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August 15, 2008
I’ve got a couple of pieces that need work.
I keep going back to a few of them, but haven’t been able to pretty them up for prime time viewing.
A folder full of emotional torment. Each piece mocking me in that arrogant way as if to say “You don’t have the guts to kill me!” The frustrating part is they’d be right.
Each one a veritable birth of epic proportions. I need to nurture and mould them like the little smug, sassy and self-righteous children they are.
In my world WIP is an authoritarian tool to enforce ultimate rehabilitation.