Sometimes you just forget what it is that you’re fucking working on, maybe you’re stoned, distracted, sick off your O.C.D., hungover, bleeding, temporally blind, too many pill’s who knows why ? And who really gives a rats ass ? Work comes from strange places and it has strange smells. It comes when you’re unconscious or less rarely semi-conscious, this includes extreme drunkenness and overdoses. The piece will always come, whether that avenue is flooded in shit or chocolate.

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