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Write 3000 words weekly
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Week 28 of 28
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Writing 3000 words a week irrespective of topic
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 voyrin
June 25, 2020, 9:56 PM
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The final week. Ended it with 1.5k words about the cosmic narrative. and 1.5k written on facebook directed at a bully that always existed in my spectrum of hate. Best regards to this adventure. I will read through you again, and all I've written, and remember what I already let go of. Thank you. |
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voyrin
June 18, 2020, 10:39 PM
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There's one more report due? Wut? |
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voyrin
June 18, 2020, 10:35 PM
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Week 28.. The last week. Nostalgia, sadness, opportunity, and regret all meet me at the end of this road. The la las written, the la las unwritten, and the la las that will never be read. In honor of them, I wrote a complete 3k la las and na nas right this instant. Alongside of 2.7k that I wrote on my way back from Hamburg from visiting the Dennis Zipprich household. I had gotten high the night before last I had to leave and had a very pleasurable night with the German family. One of video games, sparring, japanese symbols on walls, jumping, and punching nothing. Although I thought I was rather convincing, Dennis did not want to spar like "puppies playing around with each other" I'm sad this period is over. I see an appreciate for it I didn't have until it was gone. I did it to establish a habit. I wrote every single week except I think 1 out of pure exhaustion. There is a freeing and bounding aspect to the type of freeform writing I did. There was sometimes no structure, sometimes it was journaling, sometimes reflecting, sometimes lines or moments of a story. But honestly speaking? I feel absolutely bored. Tired and bored. And unfucked to do anything. I want to create the most maginificently diverse and mind blowing novels. I want this entire world to flip on top of itself due to its sheer level of shittness. All of this lack of attention. Unnecessary insecurity, and constant anxiousness. I see myself filling with clear and undirected rage I wish to direct. I wish to punch something. I wish to write something. Do I walk thinking all of this is my responsibility? That the sooner I write, or go out and help, the sooner all of this will finally be alright? I'm delusional I believe that's true. It simply isn't. Am I worse for being a lazy shit who gets laid, works out and plays videogames whenever he gets the chance? Probably. I can't see much being really meaningful. And it takes a lot of joy out of much I do or situations I find myself in. Always asking the question: what does this really change? or How does this fundamentally matter? or What's the truth behind this? But what the fuck type of questions are those? What truth am I looking for? There is no truth but mine. And that noise should only be met by an unshakable silence. That, so far, is very clear. I see ideas of moments in stories passing me by. Some I manage to hold on to, some I promise myself I'll remember, and most I simply don't know if they'll ever come back to me or find their place in my being. A constant feeling of loss I do not particularly like, but have grown used to accepting and understanding. I will not grasp on to sand running through my fingers. Every particle a different being I know nothing of. As my hourglass is yet to be filled. I let it. And see myself overflow with being. I am tired. I am tired of eating. I am tired of fucking. I am tired of music. I am tired of showers. I am tired of reading. I am tired of sleeping. I feel, like the only thing I can approach right now with an open heart, is drawing. I wish to draw my dreams. And I wish to write complete stories without the limits I constantly set to myself. I do not owe this world a thing, and I should not let the thought that I do keep limiting me the way it does. I will overflow. Or I will die. Honestly. Right now, I don't care. But in this moment I can still have the presence to breathe deeply. And think... Writing la las and na nas isn't that bad. Thank you, 28 weeks. I'll make sure to read you all. I'll be honored to. |
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voyrin
June 11, 2020, 6:08 PM
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