For those of us who are artistic and rely on then negative to get the juices flowing art can be a deceiving friend. In that it is always there waiting for shit to happen so it can manifest itself. It always wants attention and it has a hard time being neglected... but that’s what you do when you are happy... I myself cannot write words about happiness it just doesn’t suit me. I need the pain to be able to sit back and write like I do. I have to feel excluded from society and its masses of crap... I have to have a slight detachment from a situation to flip it and write the satire I do.
It basically means to me that its a fine line between being happy and being too happy... when I am happy I cannot create art and when I can't create art I'm are not completely happy. My art plays the jealous mistress in that when I'm happy she still wants to play and I don't have the fuel I need to play... but she’s always in your ear waiting for some juicy pain to sink her teeth into. For sometimes I feel best when I'm writing about pain and exercising my demons... its like I feel more alive then...than I do when I am happy....
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