Filthy kutmuziek
It has been a while. Too long. Far too long for my test to be honest. These assignments, writing in a certain style on a certain topics kill my creativity.When I write these interesting but bland academic essays I enjoy the process. Looking for sources and data to backup my claims. But when it’s done and want to go back to writing in a more journalistic style, I just stare at the cursor. As if I’m waiting for someone or something to tell me what to write and how. I hate it!
There is nothing more gut wrenching than something that kill creativity, and be aware of it.
“It’s Tetris … Fuck!”
The terrorist attacks in Norway last week hasn’t really helped on the mood or creativity. Didn’t feel like going to school this week, but decided to suck it up and do my best. Had a presentation on Tuesday. Not sure how that went. But I can’t give a fuck. Alles kapot!
About last Friday, 22711. Came home to the news after going on a massive bender. Drank 1 1/4 bottle of wine. So insanely drunk I barely remember what I posted online that night. Had to delete a few misplaced drunken rants. On top of that I had puffed a spliff of synthetic cannabis. Haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since. Woke up to the worst hangover ever. Like someone bashing my head in with a Daewoo attached to a chain, flailing it towards my head. Unbelievable.
Tonight I just rolled a massive spliff with a nice amount of that synthetic cannabis. Interesting stuff. Read up about it, and the guy who created it advises not to use it. Pretty sure there are worse things to use. Alcohol comes to mind. At this point I couldn’t care less. This is what keeps me going. Induces creativity. Relaxes… Some have a disgusting diet Coca Cola, I take drugs. Get over it!
Nederland, ik vermist jou.
Boeit niet!
Kak…
