KATE DURBIN where have you been all my life.


i'm trying to be violent. but writing is weak. this is a writer's crisis. and one that i don't want to shrug off with the whole power-of-the-imagination imagination. as in the words must come alive. the imagery must be vivid. writing is a corpse. words are weak. and the image is dangerous & toxic. these are not my sayings, i know.

I'm trying to be violent with my squirrel puppet & i'm getting no where. either she's holding a knife or she's holding a "knife."

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