The problem w writing fiction is that you'll be like tee-hee I'm going to write a story about a fucked up little scenario that's got nothing to do with anything in real life, just some pure messed up nonsense, and then you finish it and take a step back and go aw rats I made a metaphor again
I am meeting with the monks today. My first visit to the monastery... I am trying to keep visions of Kermit's leaking holes out of my mind to keep my thoughts pure but it is just so difficult. Pray for me
"I guess we doin peekaboo now"
KILL IT