Writing
Search through shit with a chamois and see what polishes what shines what one gets away with. It is a process of elimination: to take all known variables and a few unknowns out of the equation. Approximation is all we have in this game. Victory is only an halucination.
I need to get another page out while the iron of feeling tilters on the boiling point of anguish.
All is shorthand. Pull out your cipher and turn to page 63. Take note. This will not be repeated. Co-ordinates shall be given along with the time of act.
You-have-to-love-writing-but-not-what-you-write; they say it like a mantra. Shit spews forth, bubbles over and regurgitates itself.