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good time writing on the train today. really all I can do is write a whole hell of a lot, to keep myself out of trouble, not for anything else, acclaim, all that. the only way I’m going to get better is write a whole hell of a lot, period. when all is blank I decide just to write words, observation words, the first thing off the top of my head, something someone says, words on a sign, and then my own thing comes back to me and I write out a whole sentence. rereading all of it, you see the bigger picture. when things slow down, I really want to push on with this. read some more books on it, I don’t know. perhaps spend more time with it over the weekend. write down dreams as well if I can remember them. conversations. electric chairs. robin hoods. misjudged people due to unfavorable circumstances beyond their control. sitcom family shows because the family situation is in such jeopardy, they’ll try anything. the xian structure, the white norm, the show about God but too weak to mention Jesus. ratings. in competition with prime time game shows. humans in competition with each other in reality based stuff followed around by cameras, putting a face on, spliced in interviews with beats in the background making you wish you were there. needles in your skin, alcohol venom similar you know it.