He is locked up in the cupboard.
Just push the door open wide and perhaps we'll see him naked dying at the typewriter.
I don't think the machine is destroying him.I think it is burrowing into time.
No, it is not killing him, but it is waiting for him to die.
That is the way to write.
Write and rewrite with no changes?
To write as a nobody for no one.
To be frank, any story that is true and real is a good story.
I have never seen a desire lift his tired old body out of that position.
He wants to shift a paradigm by placing a single stone and thus leave an entire generation scratching the old proverbial.
Stop him!
Why?
Sex and drugs every friday not enough?
We can keep those despite him.
Smoke that pipe out.
Alright, but you finish that drink.
In the end I just settle for what I know will work.
I can imagine.
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