Written about half of a half dozen half entries, but I’m not very good at math. If I learned anything from all that almost full waste of digital ink it’s this; don’t stop moving. If you know what I mean it’s too fucking late.
It’s important that you know what I mean and that I don’t tell you, because if I have to tell you than you don’t know. Whatever movement you’re making no matter how futile it seems, don’t stop, stopping is a bad idea.
Yeah, we like to think some things are so fucking big they are driving us. I don’t think so. I mean it might help to think so, so go ahead, and if that’s your moving definitely, don’t stop, but I think we pretty much drive ourselves, and, in my humble opinion, it’s fucking hard to get back in gear once you’ve parked.
Sorry. That was cheap. Don’t stop moving. Get it tattooed on you somewhere. Don’t stop.
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