We are all Richer?

I'm drinking too much. It dulls the mind and then I can't think of a thing to write.
But lately my breath hasn't been cutting it.
Alcohol does. But it also makes me empty of ideas.
Not that its the only reason. Its this goddamn money. That's the other reason. That's the main reason.
Money kills life.
Making money kills the creativity. Why? Cuz it makes me feel too damn good about things.
Everything is ok. That's no good. I can't write when its ok. I can't leap from a flatline. I write when its all going to shit.
There's a reason that there are no rich artists. Or that when an artist becomes rich he generally turns to crap. Emily Dickenson's greatest luck was that she was never discovered until after she died. She never had her talent corrupted.
If I do have any talent, there's not much chance its being corrupted by fame. That's for sure.
Nope. Not fame. Its these goddamn stocks, and they just keep going up and up and up.
Oh well.
- posted by Sigurd2/27/2005 11:50:00 PM