Writer's block that I might have a better chance of unblocking if I'd spend my lunch hour WRITING instead of making these fucking collages.
Knowledge, in this case, is not power.
Admitting you have a problem? Not a solution!
Instead: Denial! Denial and collages! (And exclamation points!) (And Xanax if the whole "collages & exclamation points" thing doesn't work out.)
I present to any of you who are still here, my living room-in-my-mind:
For aesthetic purposes, I decided not to include our other six guitars and his bill filing "system", all of which I've decided will have to be suspended from a net, out of sight, near the ceiling.